Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 57. Illusion.

Chapter 57

Mia's POV

Why did I have to be such a big mouth and ramble off like that? I should have stopped when he told me the first time and now, he's mad at me for being a mindless idiot who indirectly bad mouths his family and for assuming he still has feelings for Perrie, his ex fiancé.

But who could blame me? The very feminine figure of her frame laid out on his bicep, it was enough to stir the daunting insecurities I had about our relationship. Would I want him to permanently remove it?

I don't know.

God when did I become so selfish.

I can't ask Zayn to get rid of his tattoo. That would be completely ignorant and rude of me.

I always hated it when people swore for no good reason, especially Zayn. I couldn't picture the man child I adored to be throwing profanities at my face recklessly. The way he got so riled up just seconds ago reminded me of what he was capable of.

But I was way out of line.

What could I do to make him forgive me? Obviously I couldn't apologize because I knew how much he absolutely hated it when I spoke my condolences. What was the big deal with that anyway? I know I made a promise that I would stop apologizing but that was crap. Saying sorry was in my polite nature. He should understand that by now.

When twenty minutes passed and Zayn hadn't returned, I felt the familiar loneliness started to creep in again. Was I too harsh? The moment was perfect and I had to ruin it. Hopefully his sudden tantrum would wear off by the end of the day, if not by tomorrow.

I guess I had to do the task myself. The task of putting on my own tattoo. Pulling myself together, I decided to do it on my own, even if we were in a fight right now, I felt as if there was still hope for us. It was just a fight, an argument.

It took me a good minute to find the same exact one that Zayn had picked out for me. The tat of the boomerang was small enough so that I could place it anywhere on my hand and it would still look nice. The outline was black while intricate details decorated the inside, with two filled ends.

I couldn't believe that I didn't see it, the meaning behind this 'throwing stick'. It was so obvious. When he explained it, I literally wanted to throw my arms around him and hold him near and kiss him and assure him with words that I've never told anyone before. Only, doing that now would seem fallacious. He was mad and he had every reason to be. I couldn't throw myself at him to make him forgive me, I had some pride to maintain.

Walking over to the sink, I damped a cloth with cold water and squeezed out the unnecessary excess amount. Taking off the transparent film of the paper, I carefully placed the boomerang in between the space of my index finger and my thumb, so that the shape of it matched the silhouette of my hand. After placing the cold, wet cloth on my skin for thirty seconds, I slowly lifted one corner of the paper, hoping I didn't disturb the tat from its place. I blew on the wet skin in effort to dry it. Hopefully this place was still vacant on Zayn's body. He had so many tattoos, I don't know where he even find the time to get all of them done.

I smiled at how nicely it turned out. It didn't look bad at all. It actually looked legitimate - like a real tattoo. Usually tattoos made no sense to me. But this was different.

Now that there was a reason - a very very good one - behind the rather real image on my skin, I finally understood why Zayn and Harry and other people got tattoos. It didn't only make them unique nor did it let them express themselves.

There's a bond that's created. A bond that will never allow one to forget what happened in the past. And that's why Zayn still had Perrie's tat on him not because he still had feelings for her, but because she was a part of his past, unfortunately because of me. What they had when they were together, it meant something to him, to the both of them.