Azalea ♡ Z.M

♡ Chapter 12 ♡

Sweet Creature ~ Harry Styles

Brightly twinkling stars, icy cold winter air, and a full silver moon was what Zayn and Azalea saw from the top of her roof at 2:47 a.m.

"I wonder what it would look like if you played dot-to-dot with the stars." Zayn exhaled as he sat next to Azalea with his elbows resting on his knees which were brought up to his chest.

"It would be a mess. But like a pretty mess." Azalea gazed into the night sky as she lay on a fluffy pastel pink blanket, hands behind her head.

"When I was little I liked to connect the freckles on my body. I thought they were cool tattoos." Zayn let out a nostalgic chuckle.

"Really?" Azalea smiled, shifting her head to look at him.

Zayn nodded. His eyes looked out into the open before looking at her again. "Yeah, my mum would get so pissed cause I would do it with permanent markers so it would take days for it to come off."

Azalea laughed picturing a little Zayn with marker all over his tiny little body running around the house. It was such a pleasant feeling. "I bet you were the most creative kid."

"I was, yeah. That's why my mum always had an issue with markers." Zayn grinned. He looked at her, thinking on how her forest green eyes twinkled like no star ever could.

"Did she ever have an issue with the tattoos?" Azalea asked as she sniffed in the freezing air.

"Uh, yeah. At first she did, but she's always let me express myself. She's always told me she'll tolerate it as long as it isn't the face."

"Yeah, not the face, please." Azalea chuckled. Zayn had a face that seemed carved by God himself, she would freak out if he tattooed it. 

He took something out of the pocket of his black washed out jeans, a black pen. "Since my mum always got pissed at markers, she told me I could use non toxic pens. I would always carry one with me in case I got an idea or was just bored." He rolled the pen in his skinny fingers adorned by silver rings. 

"So you would draw on yourself with that?"

"Yeah." Zayn smiled, remembering sitting in class with doodles all over his arms as the teacher explained ABC's.

Azalea lifted herself off the blanket and sat like Zayn, looking at him with a small smile and a sparkle in her eye. She gently grabbed the pen from his hand and looked into his caramel eyes mischeviously. She took Zayn's left arm in her hand, and gently lifted up his sleeve. The cold air blissfully blew on Zayn making goosebumps arise on his skin. With her other hand holding the pen, Azalea began drawing on his forearm.

Zayn swallowed with his dry throat as the grasp of her icy cold fingers ignited fire on his soft skin and the ink of the pen marked his arm. Azalea looked breath taking, concentrated on leaving her mark on Zayn. It was the first time ever that she was so comfortable. Zayn's mouth formed into a smile at how peaceful she was compared to the tears that had filled her eyes a couple of weeks ago.

The pen stopped and Zayn found a nervous Azalea looking into his eyes for any sign of discontent.

"I love it." The words left his lips softly.

Azalea smiled at that. "I'm glad you did, I was unsure."

"You never have to be unsure with me Azalea." He told her. 

"I know Zayn, but still." Her smile was timid.

Zayn's eyes landed on the adorable yet sloppily drawn flower adorning his skin. Azalea had written her name in small cursive letters at the bottom. He fell in love with it. He wanted something of hers to be part of him forever. He wanted her to be his forever.

Their eyes connected. His wild honey ones with her peaceful green ones. They were the eyes that connected a troubled soul with a wild one, that without knowing, were becoming one.

Soooo, my aesthetic writing skills aren't that great, sorry. But anyways, the story's almost over eeeeeek. Have y'all liked it?