Living life .. A Zayn malik fan fiction

Branded on you : )

It's morning and we are both up and dressing for the day ahead .
I'm starving after missing dinner last night but I'm not about to complain ..
Lets say after dinner I got desert soon after ...
I blush still thinking about last night but maybe that's what we needed , let off some steam .

I'm sat in my bra and knickers on the bed after showering trying to tame my wild hair .
I opt to leave it down and grab my monster snap back .

"Zayn can you help me for a second " I call him where he is in the bathroom doing his hair .

"Yes babe whats wrong ?" he asks from the doorway .
"I need to get off this brace for a second because I want to wear my navy shorts but they won't go up over it " I moan
"You sure you should take that off " he asks unsure of himself .
"Yes it's just for a second il be fine " I assure him so he holds out my legs and frees my knee .
It feels so light without it but really pale from the lack of sun .

"Just pull up my shorts " I say and stand holding myself up by his shoulders .
"Anything else " he asks and I sit back down being very careful .
"Yea grab a top from that case , any top " I say and point to the red case .

He throws me over a blue belly crop Tshirt.
" The bruising looks almost gone " he says looking a bit pleased .
"Iv been slapping on the arnica cream that's why " I reply cheekily .

"How are you feeling today ?" he asks kneeling in front of me and reapplying my brace support .
"To be honest I'm feeling really good " I reply but flinch when he tightens the Velcro .
He gives me a sideways glance .
"I am I swear " .

"Maybe you can get come with Harry and Me today if you want " he finally says and thou I'm leaping for joy on the inside I try and not let it show on the outside .
" Oh gee thanks " I say smartly .

Harry and Zayn are going to the tattoo parlour and iv have been plaguing him all morning to get one too but he kept brushing me off .

I wanted Zayn to be with me when I get my first tattoo but I wanted him to want to be there and that was never going to happen if he taught I was in pain before under going one .

"Lets eat then we will get the entourage and go " he says rolling his eyes at the lack of outside freedom we seem to have lately .

"Perfect" I say and kiss his lips again .

Harry Zayn and I enter the parlour , it's exactly how I imagined it to be , It smells of tabacco and weed buts It's the best one in town .

We speak with the artists and Harry and I go first leaving Zayn to go after me .
I hand the artist a piece of paper and she smiles .
"Sounds beautiful now sit up and you will have to remove your top " she says so Zayn helps me onto the bed and removes my top .
I'm glad I put on a bikini top last minute before leaving I inwardly applaud my myself .
I tie my hair back with a clip .

"What are you getting done ?" he asks sitting opposite me .
"You'll see after " I wink and prepare for the impact of the needle on my skin .

Oh shit ... That hurts ...
I winch and Zayn rubs my thigh encouragingly with both hands .
It's distracting ..

"You ok " Zayn asks and the fucker looks amused .
"Peachy " i scowl back at him .

It's not so bad once the surface of my skin starts to num .

"What are you doing ?" i ask him and he sits back smiling . He holds out two fingers .
"Your getting 2?" i ask a little surprised .
He nods his head .
"I'm getting a deck of cards on my rib cage " he says proudly and I suspect there's a hidden meaning around it .

My tatt is finished and Zayn wants a look .
Along my shoulder blade in small lucinda handwriting on the right reads

* The storm will pass because it can't rain forever *

"It's about pain but moving on " I say after a long silence stretches between us .
"I love it baby " he says turning back to me again he kisses my lips softly .

Zayn helps me jump down and we switch places . He lays on bed while the artist starts on his rib cage .
He flinches for a second and she stops.
"Yes , this is the sorest bit " she says and hands him a box of cigerettes winking at him .
He lights one up and hands it to me then one for himself .
I need it to take the edge off , it still stings .

It doesn't seem to bother him anymore and we chat randomly with her and amongst ourselves .

She wipes it clean them covers it with a plaster .
She moves to his other side but I can't see what she's doing .
Harry reappears and it distracts me anyway .
He's gotten a ship on his arm , which I haven't the slightest clue why !
Actually I don't know half of the meanings behind them I don't think anybody ever will and they enjoy that .

Zayn sits up grinning from ear to ear. On his left Side of his body by his rib cage sits a love heart with a bird flying over it . I take a closer look and I see the initial S in the centre .
It's a small tattoo about an inch high , to be honest easily covered if things were too ... Lets not dwell on that !

" Oh Zayn " i say shocked and he takes my hand to pull me closer to him .
He holds my hips and gauges my reaction .
"The bird because your name , it reminds me of the sky " he says and I smile shyly at him .
"I love it " I say and kiss him .
He smiles against my lips .

"I want one too " I say and it surprises him but he grins wickedly .
"Now ?" he asks and I nod .
Just seeing my initial on him , my tattoo makes me feel powerful and hot.
"Yes now " I say and the artist sits me back up onto the bed while he sits opposite me lighting up another cigerette he watches me intensely .

"On the same place " I say sketching my design and giving it to her .

He watches me carefully taking in my pain level as she starts to outline . It's a micro phone with the cord sprawling into a shape of a heart . His initial in the middle . It's also small but he's not aloud to see it yet .

It's not as bad as what I thought it would be there , that's not to say I'm holding a very brave poker face around Zayn . It is sore .

He lights and hands me a cigarettes once we are finished and he goes to have a look .

"That's very sexy " he says licking his bottom lip .