Adopted By Payzer [slowly editing]

Chapter 8.

Ariana's POV

I sat tightly in the black leather chair, my hand gripping the side. Adam was taking the ink and getting it ready.

Louis was watching my every move. I just tried to shake it off, but those piercing sea green orbs were staring right through me.

"Okay Ariana, you ready?" He held the needle up.
I had no words. I just nodded a little.

Then the sharp pointy object was touching my soft skin.

It was on the back of my shoulder, just below my collarbone. I flinched a little but tried to ignore the fact that there was a needle piercing through my body.

I just looked around, biting my lower lip because of the pain. I stared at the tv. Some old black and white movie was playing. It seemed to be a romance film.

"Do you know what love is mother?"
"Oh, Grace! Why would you ask such a question?"
"I, think I'm in love, with William."
"Okay. Love is when you're a million miles away from somebody and you hum the same song, it is when you only see that person in a crowd."

It seems, Graces mom thinks love has to do with your actions. I think love is when you don't do your actions for some people watching you, it's when you do that for the person you love, and only them.

"Finished!" Adam said. He held up a mirror as I glanced back to see it.

It was a black feather with tiny birds flying out of it. There also was a quote that said.

"Sometimes You Gotta Fall, Before You Fly."

I jumped up and squeezed Louis tightly. His muscular arms wrapped around mine and we hugged in silence.

"Thanks Louis I love it!" I squeeled.
"You're welcome Ari." He replied.

We walked to a park filled with fairy lights and a pond with the reflection of the moon showing.

"Ariana?" Louis sat beside me on the brown shaded bench.
"Yeah Lou?" I turned my head so we were face to face.
"I understand this is risky and all, but will you do the honours of being my girlfriend?"
My eyes widened.

Did I just go completely deaf? THE Louis Tomlinson, asked me to be his frickin girlfriend?! Ariana say yes.

"Okay." I smiled.
"Really?"
"Yeah, why not?" He grinned and leaned in.

Our lips once again touched.

Let the fireworks begin. Ah heck, let the dynamite explode!