Inked

From Black and White

This chapter reminds me of a few songs:

You & I - One Direction

Unconditionally - Katy Perry

Say Something - A Great Big World (feat. Christina Aguilera)

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Chapter 8:

Throughout the night I slip out to the bathroom 3 times to relieve myself of the effects of Zayn's persistence in his sleep. He doesn't seem to understand even the few times he wakes up that he shouldn't be touching me the way he is and when he does fall asleep he tries again and again to get it out of me. It takes extreme self control but by the time we wake up, I've managed to refrain from taking advantage of him.

Although I wanted more than anything to take him right then and there in my fluffy bed while his hair was soft and unstyled, He didn't know what he was doing! How could I let him do anything when it was just the alcohol? So instead I slept, and now as I get up at noon, I decide my game plan.

I go to the kitchen and start making breakfast. Putting on some tea, and frying up some eggs, I hum and whistle and sing because all in all, it's not that bad. I planned on just pretending like nothing happened, because although I'm quite confident Zayn won't remember, even if he did it'd be better to not overreact or embarrass him... Or myself.

Soon enough the flat is filled with the aroma of eggs and bacon and Zayn groggily joins me in the kitchen looking as cute as ever.

"Morning." He smiles, rubbing is eyes and stretching. "Something smells yummy." He says, reminding me of the nickname 'Leeyummy'... damn Eleanor and Nicolette...

"I hope so, maybe it'll help with your awful hangover." I chuckle and stir the eggs a bit and hand him a cup of tea.

"So... Did I do anything I shouldn't've last night?" His voice is deep and raw.

"Couple things." I nod and think back to the torturous night he put me through, and laugh, knowing that he can't remember, but I will for the rest of my life.

"Oh." Zayn frowns, taking a seat at the table and sipping his tea.

"Don't worry, nothing too horrible." I reassure him, setting down a plate in front of him.

"Okay..." He gives me a halfhearted smile. "Did you have fun?" He asks and I try not to think about his lips on my throat and body, and the feel of his hand on my growing bulge. I shift my weight awkwardly and nod.

"I didn't ruin anything for you?" He asks.

"Nah, you made the night so much more fun!" I smile, getting myself some food and sitting down with him at the table. "Dig in, you have work."

"No I don't." He argues. "It's Sunday."

"Yeah you do." I say with a confused look. "You were open that one Sunday we finished my chevrons."

"I only go in on Sundays when there's a sure client. I don't work on Monday's or Tuesdays either." He explains with a bite of his food.

"Really?" I ask and he just nods. "Why didn't I know that?"

"I don't know, what else don't you know, let's make it a game." His smile reminds me of when he was drunk, like a child.

"Alright. What is the ZAP tattoo for? In depth." I prop myself up on my elbow in anticipation of his answer. To be honest, since he told me about Grayson I was afraid he got it for him.

"I like comic books." He laughs at the simplicity of it and I can't help but smile as his 'like' comes out as more of a 'lok'.

"Yeah?" I ask with another bite of my bacon.