Off Limits (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Heartbreaker

Oh, you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh, you're all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
Oh, you run away
'Cause I am not what you found
Oh, you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out

In My Veins ~ Andrew Belle
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Chapter 33

Harry hadn't returned yet and it was mid afternoon I sat on the porch thinking over our conversation from last night. I didn't know he felt this way, he never showed it up to know. But why me? Why would one of the hottest guys in my school want me? He could have any girl in a nanosecond but instead he chooses the one who's heart belongs to someone else. I wanted to do something crazy, drastic, .....painful and something popped up.

With a girlish grin on my face I ran up stairs where Zayn was still sleeping.

"Hey babe wake up" I shook him slightly

His shot open and startled but relaxing realizing it was me

"I didn't mean to scare you" guilt rush over me

"It's fine baby don't worry, what's wrong" his morning voice is so hot

"I'm going out for a couple of hours just to do a couple of errands but ill be back" I kissed him slightly but the small kiss lingered longer then I anticipated. I wanted him, now but I couldn't I would hurt him and I would be able to bare with the guilt

"If I didn't have a broke rib I'd take you on the floor right now" he breathed heavy

"You have no idea" I smirked back

He laid his head back closing his eyes and I slowly back out of the room

I walked around the corner of the room with the only glimmer of happiness now mashed and gone

"Fuck" Zayn yelled probably expressing some frustration after our little altercation

Resisting the urge to go back in there and jumping on him I walked down the stairs reassessing my idea

I thought over the words I wanted to say or the image I wanted to be put on and the idea sprung into my head just as I pulled up to the tattoo parlour

If Zayn had tattoo I can have one too! My mom was going to kill me but whatever I can handle her

I walked into the shaded dark environment feeling a little out of place and sat in the black leather chairs waiting for assistance

As one of the women walked up to me I was a little taken back. She was tall brunette and very pretty but the thing that surprised me that she has no tattoos, that I was able to see, but the bright smile on her face eased my anxiety.

"Hi I'm Stephanie. What can I help you with?" SHe offered her hand

"I'm Maggie. This is my first and I wanted to look into a tattoo" my smile was faint

"Ahhh a new comer" she winked "don't be scared ! What were u thinking?"

"We'll I wanted 'we accept the love we think we deserve" across my ribs on my left side" I smiled

"Okay let me just draw that up and ill be back in 10" she smiled and walked back into the other doors separating the entrance from where the actually work goes down

When Stephanie walked back she had a piece of paper in her hands and handed it to me

I read the words over and over again and my smile grew bigger, it was perfect. The sketch was the size of my palm the words were written angelically and bold. It was four lines: