POSSIBLY British (Harry Styles Fanfic)

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•Lana's pov•

"Zayn that just, that just hurts." I kept making him stop so I could rub my back.

"Sorry, but I told you it would." He shrugged and kept going with the tattoo

I told him, in my slightly drunken stupor, that I wanted a tat on my back. He offered to give me one a while back but I didn't think he would actually give me one. So when I asked tonight and he said yes, I'm gonna admit I was very shocked.

"Alright I'm done, why don't you have a look at it." Zayn took a picture of it on my phone and handed it to me, since it's on my lower back.

"Awh Zayn it's perfect!!!!" I squealed and jumped up to hug him.

It was a small cute looking tree with the quote 'let it be' in cursive under it. One of the school counselors a few years back had one similar it on her neck, and ever since then I really wanted a tattoo like it.

"Your so welcome my most darling girl." Zayn cooed, putting a bandage thingy over the tattoo

"Uh someone's been watching Downton Abby." I laughed and walked away pulling my shirt down.

"No I haven't, that show's so gay." He tensed up

"It's fine Zayn you don't have to act tough around me."

"I know I just.... YOu KnOW EDIThS PREGNANT RIGht!!!" He freaked out and spazzed all over the room

"Woah buddy calm down. It's all gonna be okay, they won't make her an outcast, at least I hope not. The director has been making some dumb choices lately."

"I know! Uh can we stop talking about this, it stresses me out, there's so much drama." I sat on his bed and just stared at him in awe of the fact that we just held a conversation about Downton Abby. I mean of all things in heaven and on earth!

Zayn was putting his tattoo kit up and I just sat staring at him still. He is perfect in every way. His long full eyelashes, his deep brown eyes and beautiful raven quiffed hair. His muscles, tattoos, and perfectly tanned skin. He is absolutely flawless, how did I get so lucky?

"Lana" Zayn laughed "why are you staring at me, you know you've been staring for at least 7 or 8 minutes."

"I just erm uhh. I don't know, you're pretty I guess?" I felt my cheeks turn bright red

"Pretty? Well your much prettier than I am." He walked over to the bed and sat beside me.

"Thanks" I blushed again and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"I love you Lana." The words seemed to spill perfectly from his perfect lips. Zayn Malik just really told me he loves me.

He told me he loves me while he's sober. He's not making out with me or trying to get into my pants. He just simply told me he loved me out of thin air, and it was beautiful.

"I love you more." I almost whispered. really I was trying to hold back tears, happy tears of course.

• Ella's pov•

Fall break's about to be over and instead of me hangin out with friends or my boyfriend, I'm laying on my bed in the fetal position. I'm currently dying of a cramps.

"Wtf!" I yelled down at my stomach, knowing it can't hear me or talk back.

Harry has texted me a little through out the day but I think he's mostly been catching on missed, much needed, sleep. I should be and would be doing the same if it weren't for these dang cramps, I cannot even move.