This, is Touri Cowell.

My New Memory

Before Ashley and Erika came over I took a moment to go over my tattoos. I was way too young to have so many tattoos but hey, my dad was a tattoo artist. On my left wrist it read,

“Not good enough” and on the other “Do better.” I had two diamonds on the back of my ankles that resembled strength. A foot tattoo of a tribal owl, one that symbolizes my Hawaiian “Guardian” (My mom is full-blooded Hawaiian and so I kind of had to.) But my favorite was the one of an anchor on the back of my shoulder and a banner across it saying “Parcourir les mers.” French for Sail the seas. Before my dad moved me to Bradford we had lived in Ireland where my dad worked at the piers and I had a sail boat. I'd give anything to sail again, it's just fame is catching up with me. Sailing was almost like the feeling of flying, the ocean breeze just like a smoking but better for your lungs. I was snapped out of my day-dreams of the oceans when Ashley and Erika pounded at my door. I opened it up to see Ashley, Erika, and Harry standing in my door way. Harry was leaning on the door frame flirting with Erika who was giggling wildly and blushing like crazy. I laughed at my petite friend she had bright red hair (Like Arianna Grande) and dark brown eyes. Ashley was juggling her bag along with a tub of ice cream and a box of movies. She had bright, blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair that always reminded me of my friends in Ireland. I let them into my apartment as Liam, and Harry followed them in. I frowned at Erika,

“I thought it was girls night.”

Her cheeky grin faded, “I did too. They just followed us here, and now here they are.”

I laughed, it was kind of funny how things just worked that way for us, we never invited each other over we just.. came. Soon enough, the 5 boys were in the living room while me, Erika, and Ashley hissed excitedly in the kitchen. I told them the story but Ashley told me something,

“Me and Liam didn't drive you home with Zayn, you were snogging some... blond kid. He was kind of cute.”

My brows furrowed,

“Wait what?”

My brain tried sorting through the memories of my alcohol induced blur but then it came back:

I snogged the guy I had in my arms sloppily as he tried to pull me up the stairs. I stumbled slightly and laughed loudly. What was his name again? I dunno but I was fucking wasted. Just then I heard a door open and someone sigh out of the door. I looked up the stairs hanging on the guy who was still trying to pull me up the stairs. Zayn? Zayn! I smiled widely and opened my arms making the blond guy stumble backwards.

“Zaynie, Manie, waynie!”

He looked at me with eyes of worry and anger I could tell he was a little drunk to. He turned to the blond guy,

“Who are you?”

“I'm uh.. I'm--” Zayn stopped him.

“Go away, you should know better then to take advantage over her like that.”

I shoved my flask in my mouth and tilted my head back, “Cock blocker.”

He carried me up the stairs and set me in front of my door. Before he opened it I kissed him pulling him into me by the collar and I opened the door behind me. Still kissing him sloppily I kicked off my shoes and wrapped my legs around his waist.

So that's how it happened? I filled the girls in on my new memory and they gasped, I think Zayn knew what he was doing... He was just a great actor in the morning.