Alexandra Watson
"No no no no. You are not getting one" he says and I frown.
"I'm eighteen and it's still my birthday. You should listen to the birthday girl, I want a tattoo and it's final if you won't give me one I'll ask Harry to, or I'll get one myself. You won't make a birthday girl sad right?" I pout as I raise my hands to me hips.
"You're just like Harry! Stubborn." He whines "and a blackmailer" he adds while I smirk.
"Please Zayn. Please" I look with him with my puppy dog eyes which I hope he'll fall for. He looks at me without an expression until he gives up.
"Fine. What and where do you want it?" Hearing that I start to jump. "Yay! Oh my God I'm finally getting a tattoo. Wow" I scream and be tells me not to scream as Harry is probably sleeping downstairs.
"Sorry. I'm fucking excited" I say and he smiles.
"What do you want and where do you want the tattoo" he wear a glove and holds the tattoo gun in his hand.
"I want it in my wrist and you decide what. I trust you." I say as I sit next to him.
"What? You fucking want me to decide a tattoo for you? I can't do that. Plus it's going to hurt. I think its a bad idea." He says dropping the gun down.
"I know it's going to hurt Devil. I'm not a kid and I trust you, just give me whatever you want." I say and he thinks for sometime and then he smirks.
"What if I tattoo my name on your wrist?" He asks and I'm taken aback with what he said. He wouldn't do it, I know Zayn won't do that.
"Then it'll stay with me forever" Ha! He didn't expect that.
"What? Are you serious?" He asks and I nod.
"Oh" he looks down. "Okay I know what to give you. I mean If you won't mind my name tattooed on your wrist you won't mind this" he says and I start to think what he means.
"But I need to know you wouldn't get angry if I tattoo it right?" He takes my hand
"What is it?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I think it's a bad idea" he let goes of my hand.
"I won't get angry Zayn. Please I always wanted to get one. Just give me anything I won't mind" I say truthfully.
"But it's gonna stay with you forever. What if you regret the tattoo for the rest of you life" he almost yells.
"I won't regret it cause you gave the tattoo to me. I trust you and I need you to trust me when I say I won't regret it" I know I won't regret it, even if he gives me lamest tattoo in the world I won't mind cause he gave me tattoo. And for reason that's the only thing that matters to me right now.
Why?
"Fine!" He says taking my hand while I grin at him. "It's gonna hurt okay, but just close your eyes and don't look at it, I want it to be a surprise. I hope it will a suprise and not a shock" he mumbles the last part but I hear it eventually.
I do as he says and I close my eyes. I hear the machine start, honestly I'm scared as fuck right now, but I don't want Zayn to freak out and say it's a bad idea. So I keep quiet and act normal. I'm excited and freaked out right now.
.....
"It's done" Zayn says but I don't open my eyes. He wasn't kidding when he said it would hurt but I kept calm and quiet the whole time bearing the pain. I mean I used to scar myself with blades so it's almost the same. I breath in and out hoping I won't regret it. I finally open my eyes and I look directly at Zayn who looks guilty. Did he tattoo his name on my wrist? Why is he looking with guilt. Oh my God don't freak out Alex it's alright you asked for it. Please don't freak out at Zayn even he tattoo his name.
