Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Ten.

“I’m bored!” I whined again and again until Zayn look a notice that I wasn’t going to let up. My head was in Zayn’s lap with my legs dangling over the edge of the couch. We were currently watching Grease and it was at the part when Danny sings alone at the drive-in. Zayn looked down at me with a glare and I laughed so hard I had to cover my mouth and look away from him.

“Had anyone ever told you that you look like a modern Danny Zuko?” Zayn rose an eyebrow and me and leaned down to give my forehead a failed attempt at a butterfly kiss. I laughed even harder which I think made him more encouraged.

“Oh Sandy!” Zayn spoke dramatically and jumped up almost knocking me off the couch. He’s been more playful with me the last couple days because I’ve been feeling so well. Zayn’s hand reached out and his other folded behind his back. I just laughed again before grabbing his hand and doing a weird half flip off the couch till I stood up.

“May I have this dance?” Zayn kissed my knuckles and fluttered his eyelashes. When Zayn did small things like this I loved yet resented it at the same time. Mostly because as much as I loved his beauty and his perfection it aggravated me because it was impossible to beat. Totally impossible and I hated that when I walked with him down the street people watched us because his beauty was blinding.

“Why sir, there’s no music.” I faked shock and placed my hand to my chest. Zayn laughed shaking his head like he always did when I was being completely stupid and making him smile. He leaned down and muted the TV so that Grease wasn’t playing in the background of our romantic moment.

“Then we’ll just have to make our own.” Zayn pulled me tight to his chest and started to sway. After a couple seconds of laughing I laid my head flat onto his chest and smiled to myself as he started to hum.

I was so zoned out on the sound of Zayn’s beating heart to hear he had began to sing ‘Die in Your Arms’ by Justin Bieber. I closed my eye when I realized it and tried to imagine we were somewhere else. Anywhere else in the world if we could be anywhere. I tried to imagine us in Paris dancing under the Eiffel Tower and I tried to picture us at a wedding and I’m wearing a pink dress and he is in a suit.

But as hard as I thought I couldn’t think of a better place to dance with Zayn. If I could choose anywhere in the universe to dance with my husband I would pick our living room with Grease on mute in the background because nothing gets more perfect then our life together. Zayn twirled me and pulled me back into his chest kissing my forehead.

I wasn’t sure when it had set in to me that I had cancer, or that I was going to be a godmother, or even when Matt killed himself. I wasn’t sure when it actually set in that all my friends were growing up and becoming parents. I wasn’t sure when I actually realized that I was married, but when it all set in I realized how good I have it. Of course, I’ve been through a lot. I’ve had a lot happen, we all have. However, if I am in a place where I wouldn’t change anything that’s happened because it made me who I am today, then I thought I was doing really well for myself.

“I want to surprise you. Get your coat.” The song must have ended and I was probably zoned out because the TV had been shut off and Zayn was grabbing his hoodie off the back of the couch with a smile. I watched his hoodie cover his arm of tattoos, and I smiled. I remembered when the tattoos were the scariest thing ever. I remembered when Zayn terrified me.

“Can we get lunch first cause I’m hungry.” I pulled my red coat over my shoulders while Zayn pushed a warm hat over my ears kissing my pale cheek after with a smile. He pulled away and grabbed my hand because Zayn was the guy that always had to be touching me, and I was positive it was still a defense thing or property thing from his old days. But I wouldn’t say anything because Zayn touching me was like lighting a fire in a snowy field. Beautiful and hot.

“Maybe after, you don’t want to do this on a full stomach. I know you and you’ll throw up.” His words alarmed me and suddenly I didn’t really want to leave the house with my husband because part of me was sure he was out to kill me. I raised and eyebrow and stopped mid-way out of the door.

“Erin come on.” Zayn pulled at me making me come flying out of the door to his chest. I was really used to his chest these days. I deserved it because I was without him for nine years. Now I’m married to him and I can do whatever I please and everyone else can probably just suck it.

“I won’t let you get hurt.” Zayn carefully locked our flat door like he always did and held my waist from behind as we childishly walked to the elevator. I got to push the button.

1 hour later.

I looked up at the building’s name and my heart dropped. I tried to turn around but Zayn was quicker then me grabbing my shoulders and looking at me. Of course this was fine with him, he was Zayn Malik, however I was Erin Malik and I don’t think this is even safe for cancer patients.

“Erin, you wanted to do this, it’s on your list, you can do this.” I rolled my eyes like a three year old and turned my sass up.

“I wrote that list when I thought I was going to die, now I have a good chance at beating cancer, I don’t want to regret this.” I looked back at the purple neon lights on top of the building reading “Tattoo and Piercing”

“You won’t regret it come on.” I gave in easily because honestly this was going to be pretty cool if I made it out live. But Zayn was right like always, I couldn’t have done this on a full stomach. Zayn opened the glass door and walked in and a guy with shaggy brown hair came out in a grey sweater rolled at the sleeves and tattoos showing.

“Welcome back Zayn Malik, I thought I’d never see you again after that night.” The man talked to Zayn like he thought it was the weirdest thing Zayn was there. I watched a worried expression run over Zayn’s face as if telling the guy to shut up and he let his eyes shoot down to me telling him I’m why he should shut up.

“Oh my bad, Hello love, I’m Louis, you must be a girlfriend?” I laughed and Zayn laughed. Louis however looked like he was scared he had said the wrong thing and he wanted to hide in a tunnel for the rest of his life. Zayn put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my temple.

“Wife,” Now Louis’ expression was complete shock and I wasn’t sure if it was fake or completely real when he grabbed the counter and his heart with his mouth wide open.

“You got Zayn Malik to marry you? You must be something special.” I felt my entire neck and face heat up as I looked at the ground. Zayn chuckled next to me.

“She is, now can you tattoo us?” Zayn asked Louis who perked up at the sound.

“Can I tattoo you? What kind of question is that? Come over here and tell Louis what you want.” The boys started to talk about tattoos but I zoned out because I looked at the back wall where pictures and drawings of tattoos were at. More than half of them were ones that Zayn had.

Thinking of Zayn made me think of what Louis said. I wanted to know what “That Night” was. I knew Zayn wouldn’t just come out and tell me so I tried hard not to think about it but the more I tried not to the more I wanted to know. Had “That Night” happened in the nine years Zayn was gone? Had it happened recently since we had been married? Maybe even back in high school, maybe “That Night” was the reason that Zayn had left me crying on my high school steps.

“What do you want?” Louis asked me trying to get my attention. I had missed what Zayn was doing and it made me kind of sad. I wanted to know. I guess I would see it eventually but I wanted to hear him talk about his tattoos, it was always m favorite because his brown eyes would turn golden and his cheeks would turn a red color. His tattoos were his thing, almost like how babies were everything I wanted, tattoos were his.

“I want to get Zayn’s name.” Zayn looked at me like I was completely crazy but I took no notice to it. I was sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with this man. So I did it, I got a tattoos Zayn’s on the back of my right shoulder with a small red heart.