Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

FIFTEEN

Bloom closed her eyes as she got closer to the ground, she prepared herself for the pain but it never came.

"Told you I will catch you."
Zayn told her when she opened her eyes. Bloom looked up at the roof and saw a small girl with long braids and large hoops earrings that fitted her oval face.

"Thanks, Tyra."
Zayn screamed at the girl.

"My pleasure," Tyra said with a wicked smile.

"How did you know I was here?"
Zayn asked as he put Bloom down gently.

Bloom's heart was still pounding in fear of what just happened, what if Zayn never caught her? She saw her death in front of her as she fell from the rooftop. She looked up at the Tyra with a death glare.

"You like going to the rooftop at every party, it wasn't hard," Tyra replied with a shrug.

"Well I'm leaving, help me tell the others."
Zayn said.

"Fancy meeting you here, Barbie," Tyra said looking her up and down.

Bloom glared harder at her and walked away.

"Who was that girl?"
She asked Zayn after they entered his truck.

"One of my best friends, Taylor's cousin." He told her.

"She pushed me, what was she thinking?" she said angrily.

"You needed a little push, you were never going to jump anyway." He said, starting the car.

Bloom scoffed and put on her seatbelt. Her phone started ringing, she was relieved it was Laura.

"Hey, Laura."

"Where are you? Are you okay? Randy is looking for you."
Laura sounded worried.

"I'm fine, tell him I left the party already," Bloom said.

"You left? With who?" Laura inquired.

"Someone, don't worry about me. I will get home safely."

"Bloom..." Laura tried to tell her to be careful.

"Bye." Bloom said quickly and ended the call to avoid her questions.

"Who is Randy?" Zayn asked with his eyes on the road.

"The guy throwing the party, he offered to show me around but he had to leave to sort out some issue."
She explained and he didn't say anything in return.

"Where are we going?" Bloom asked chirpily.

"Where would like to go? Anything on your bucket list you wanna do tonight?" He asked her, stealing small glances at her.

Bloom mentally went through her bucket list.

"Yes, I wanna get a tattoo." She said and waited for his reaction.

"You want to get a tattoo?" Zayn chuckled.

"Yes, but I'm underage, maybe you can help with that."

"Oh, you're serious?" he gave her a playful smile.
Bloom nodded.

"You're sure about this?" He asked.

"Yes," she groaned, dragging the word.

"Okay, let's go."
He drove down the street and pulled into a tattoo parlor.

Bloom held his arm as they walked into the building. A tall black man with long dreadlocks almost touching his knees welcomed them in. Zayn walked over to him and whispered a few things to him.

"What would you like? I have some beautiful feminine design here." The man with the Jamaican accent asked.

"It's okay, I just want a sentence."
Bloom told him.