The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 39 - You're on my skin.

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-Zayn's POV-

I saw the rough sketch of words etched onto her hips:

' Zayn∞ '

 "So do you like it?" Hannah asked me, smiling up at me from the tattoo chair as a guy with an overly-piereced face was bent over her side, shading in her tattoo.

"I honestly have no words, i mean, you're seriously getting a tattoo of my name?" I asked, i couldn't digest it. It made everything even more real than it was. 

"Why wouldn't I?" she chuckled. I walked over to the other side and kissed her forehead before sitting down next to her.

"Where's my name?" Melissa demanded, "I've been in your life longer than him! No fair"

"Aww, Mel, granted you have but since we haven't kissed ,it won't be possible" Hannah smirked.

"Shut up" she said, just as her phone started ringing, she excused herself and left the room.  Almost immediately Hannah's phone rang.

"Tell Sean, i'll call him later" she said, handing me her phone.

"Hey Hannah banana! She said yes! Can you believe it ?! She fucking said yes!" Sean bellowed on the phone as soon as i answered it.

"That's great man, who is she?" I snickered into the phone. "Oh Zayn, its you. A girl i've liked since a long long time but she had a boyfriend, but now she doesnt, so i'm taking her out tomorrow" Sean said.

"Where's Hannah?" he asked.

"Oh she's getting a tattoo" i said, smiling into the phone.

"You're kidding right? Hannah's Trypanophobic, there's no chance she'd ever go near a needle if she can help it" Sean chuckled.

"Umm. She really is, not kidding" I said, noticing that Hannah wasn't really looking at what the guy was doing. He eyes were screwed shut. I put my hand over hers, lightly squeezing it.

"I'll tell her to call you back okay? Bye" I said.

"Bye!" Sean said, hanging up the phone.

One of the other tattoo artists walked in. I raised my voice a little, "Any chance i can get a tattoo now?"

"Sure thing, choose what you want" the guy said, walking out.

"Really Zayn, what are you going to get?" Hannah asked me, her eyes wide.

"You'll see" i gave her a smug smile.

She pulled me down by my collar, and pressed her lips to mine. I held her face in my hands, moving strands of her hair behind her ear. "I love you" she said, her breath minty.

"Me too" i said, looking into her eyes, leaning down and kissing her again.

"You decided?" the tattoo artist asked me, coming back into the room with all the stuff.

I sat down in a chair a few feet away from Hannah.

I wrote what i wanted on a piece of paper,

"I love her, more than she knows"

I slid the paper to the guy, "Where do you want them?" he asked me. I removed my shirt, and turned my back to him, "Between my shoulder blades" i said. 

"You guys been dating long?" the guy asked me after a few minutes, sketching the words onto my back. I felt the cold metal plunging in and out of my skin, it set off an adrenaline rush; the needle was addictive.

I grinned, "3 months"

"Dang, you guys serious? What if it doesn't work out, removing tattoo's isnt a cheap process" the guy said.

"There will be no need for that" i said, my eyes on Hannah, her face was flushed under the lights of the tattoo parlour. her eyes were shut, hands placed behind her head, her tank top rolled up to her rib cage so that the guy could tattoo her. Her back arched ever so slightly whenever the needle touched her skin.

I smiled at the fact that she was willing to face her fears for me. A small way of showing me how much she loved me.

An hour later, Hannah and I were both done.

"i want to see it Hann" i pouted, when she refused to show me her tattoo.

"Not until we get home, now turn around so i can see yours" she said, her hands on my shoulders.

"Oh no, love. You have to wait too then" i said. 

"No fair" she pouted.

I took her hands in mine. I stepped closer to her and whispered into her ear, "Please don't pout like that, Hann, its taking all my self-control not to pin you to this chair and kiss you like i'll never be able to kiss you again" her breath hitched at my words.

"I think we should go home" she said, her eyes darkening.

The car ride to her house was fast, probably because we were both anxious to get home.

"Niall, I'm home!" she shouted, whizzing past her brother, her hand around mine, bounding up the steps.

"Use protection!", Niall snickered from the kitchen.

As soon as we reached her room, she locked the door. 

I didn't even wait for her to turn around, i pressed her against the wall, her back to my chest, her face towards mine. I held her there with my hips. One hand on her waist, fingers spread on across her cool skin. 

She tilted her face a little, so that our lips touched. She squirmed under my grip and managed to turn around so that she could wrap her arms aound my neck, my body pushing her further into the door.

"Can i see your tattoo now?" she said, breaking the kiss.

I sighed,"Okay"

I turned around and lifted my tshirt over my head. Her fingers moved across the array of tattoos already on my back, till i felt her fingers reach the white bandage that concealed my new tattoo.

She gently pryed it with her fingers, the patch coming off.

"Oh my God, Zayn. This is...it's so sweet" she said, her voice shaking. She slid her arms across my waist, hugging me from the back. She placed a soft kiss on the tattoo. I put my hands over hers on my chest.

"Now my tattoo feels like shit" she said, laughing thorugh her tears.

"No it isn't" i said, turning around to face her, her face in my hands.

I knelt down in front of her and slowly pried off the bandage covering her tattoo on her left hipbone.

The words i saw earlier were written in beautiful scrpit.

Zayn∞** 

Her tattoo was still slightly dotted with blood, because it was so fresh.

I brushed it with my fingertips and touched my lips to it.

"Beautiful" i whispered, standing up to face her.

"It's really brave how you got this tattoo done, even though you have a fear of needles" I said, my lips reaching down to her collarbone.

"Anything for you Zayn, anything" she said, right before i pressed my lips to hers, stopping her from saying things that are likely to make me cry.