In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

seventeen || Meeting the boyfriend

4 hours later
Thursday afternoon
3.30pm
A Touch Of Ink

"You know what would be cute? A flower tat, but like... around your anus. The petals should get tatted around your anus. That'd be so cute. I might get it done. Do you think it'll hurt?"

For the past five minutes, the trio has been sitting on the leather couches, waiting until Zayn would be called in for his appointment. Right after school had ended, the three met up at Liam's car and headed straight to the small but friendly tattoo parlor in their town. The brunette wasn't quite thrilled knowing that Bella was coming since he thought it was only going to be the two of them, but if he would've said no, it would be too obvious considering that she was also friends with his girlfriend.

Both Zayn and Liam lifted their heads from what they were doing to look at Bella oddly regarding her words, their brows scrunched together questioningly. The cheerleader wasn't fazed with their glances and continued to flip through the tattoo magazine she chose from the coffee table. She was humming to the song that was silently playing from the flatscreen tv which was hanging on the wall with small speakers on each side, the music video of Katy Perry's and Nicki Minaj's song Swish Swish showing on the billboard top one-hundred.

Zayn irritatingly gazed over at the brunette who had the exact same look on his face, the two exchanging a glance before the dark haired boy released a adorable snort. That caught Bella's attention and she looked at him.

"What?" She asked confused, eyeing the sixteen year old.

"Nothing." Zayn cleared his throat and fixed his rimmed glasses – which slipped down the bridge of his nose – with his pencil, shaking his head. He could hear Liam trying to stifle his own laugh beside him and his heart made a acrobatic flip, knowing he could get the lad to laugh – even though he already did that the past few weeks but it gets him every time.

Bella mumbled something along the line it better be nothing of else..., the boy not being sure what she said next. Zayn just ignored it and giggled at her, wanting to go back to sketching. He was working on a self-drawn mandala, smiling at the pleasing order of the different patterns he created. His head tilted to the side as he examined the picture, moving his hand to continue guiding his pencil over the blank edges of the paper, having almost completed it.

Just as he was about to finish the sketch, his name was mentioned by the receptionist. He bit his lip and closed his sketchbook, stuffing it into his bag in advance of getting up. He closed it and placed it on his spot, looking at Liam and Bella. "Wish me luck." He smiled and started walking towards the back door.

"Let me know if it hurt!" He could hear Bella yell after him, making the boy roll his eyes fondly before entering the room. He closed the door behind him and looked up, eyes landing on a familiar caramel haired latter.

"Louis?" He asked, utterly confused and pursed his lips, his cheeks starting to heat up. He remembered the first time they met which was not even a day ago, already feeling completely embarrassed.

The lad looked up. "Hey, Zayn." He sent the blushing boy a grin, sitting up straight on his chair. "It's nice seeing you again." He chuckled and motioned for him to sit.

The boy did just that and nervously chewed on his bottom lip. "How can I help you?" Louis asked him and smiled at him, tilting his head.

"I'm here for a nipple piercing?" His answer came out more like a question than a reply itself.

"Is that a question or?" The young man chuckled softly and rose a brow at him, grinning a little.

Zayn's cheeks gained a rosy color and he coughed awkwardly. "I'm here for a- a nipple piercing." He repeated, this time leaving the question out of it.