heartless [z.m.]

Chapter 1

As the smoke unfurled from her blood-red lips, her dark brown eyes swept over the city. She liked to sit up here, on the windowsill of an abandoned shopping centre. Up here she could be alone, get high, and think about shit. No one ever came up here, so it was a safe place to be alone with her thoughts. That was until she heard a metallic clang ring out through the air, and her posture stiffened. A deep voice muttered "Fuck", and a couple of metres away the silhouette of a tall male appeared in her line of vision.
He sat down against the wall, placed something in his mouth, and flicked on a lighter. The small flame brought the boys face into light. His eyes and hair were brown and his arms were covered in tattoos. She sat silently watching him for a while as he finished the cigarette, before pulling out a joint and lighting that up.
Finally, she decided to speak. Her voice filled the silence as she said, "So, you're a chain smoker?"
A yelp escaped the boys mouth before he started coughing.
"What the fuck!?"
"Oh sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Anna."
"Zayn. What the hell are you doing up here!?"
"Same as you, obviously." Her voice was lazy, bored.
"Well you scared the absolute shit outta me."
"Sorry, you're just invading my space."
"Your space?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Mm hmm. I've been coming here almost every night for three years."
Zayn laughed, then stopped when he realised Anna was serious.
"Then why haven't I seen you?"
It was Anna's turn to be surprised.
"Pardon?"
"Yeah, I've been coming here for two years."
She stared at him for a second before replying with a simple, "I think you might be delusional."
He snorted, before shaking his head and saying, "Trust me, I'm not."
Smoke curled from the tip of Anna's joint as she watched him. He continued on smoking, ignoring the fact that Anna was extremely confused. An idea dawned on her and she explained it to Zayn.
"We were probably just coming at different times."
"Yeah, probably. I'm usually here between 11:30pm and 12:30am." That made sense; it was around 2:30am and Anna was usually there between 1:00am and 5:00am.
She furrowed her brow, before saying,
"Well, why have you been coming here?"
She could see Zayn hesitate before answering, "I'm trying to get over someone."
"It takes you two years for you to get over one person? Damn, you should be over them by now."
She could see an expression of hurt pass over his face, but it didn't really effect her. She was used to saying stuff like that and hurting peoples feelings.
"Um, that was rude."
Anna blew smoke out of her mouth before saying, "Ok."
She stood abruptly, stamped out her cigarette and walked away into the darkness, calling "See ya, babe," over her shoulder.
Zayn stared after her retreating figure, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

• • •

It was the next day, and Zayn was going to get a tattoo. His friend, Louis, worked at a tattoo parlor, so Zayn was going there.

As soon as he walked through the door, he was tackled into a hug. When he pulled back, he saw a head of brown curls and grinned.

"Zaaaaaaayn! Haven't seen you in forever!" Louis boyfriend, Harry yelled.

"Zayn's here?" A voice called from the back. Louis appeared and hugged Zayn. "Alright mate. Let's go."

He led Zayn through a curtain to a room where a girl sat on a stool, smoking a cigarette. Louis groaned and said, "For the last time, Anna, no smoking inside! Zayn, this is Anna. She'll be doing your tattoo." Zayn stood frozen in the doorway, his mouth slightly agape. Anna butted out her cigarette, and said, "Hello again."

"Oh, you two know each other? I'll leave you to it then. I'm in the middle of some important work." Louis walked back into the front room.

"Pfft. That important work is probably making out with Harry," Anna muttered after Louis left. She patted the seat next to her and told Zayn to sit. He complied.

"So what are you getting?"

Zayn was surprised that Anna had barely acknowledged their meeting at the shopping mall, but he chose to ignore that and answered, "A rose. I want a rose on my shoulder."

Anna laughed then said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "That totally isn't a completely common and boring tattoo."

Zayn bit his lip, contemplating whether or not to tell her the reason for him getting a rose. Anna noticed this, rolled her eyes and said, "Go on, spit it out."

"I-I'm getting it because my girlfriend passed away and her name was-"

"Rose. Her name was Rose? Oh god!" She fake gagged before continuing, "That is so horribly cliché. Let me guess, she was your high-school sweet-heart, you fell in love and all that jazz, then she died and it completely ripped your heart out?"

Zayn stared at her and she stared right back.

"Alright, turn over, let's do this." How could she just say something like that then continue on as if it wasn't a big deal!?

Zayn turned and lay on his stomach. The buzz of the needle filled the room, and he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder.

After the tattoo was finished, he looked in the mirror and grinned. He then went back out to where Harry and Louis were indeed, sucking each other's faces off. Zayn groaned.

"Gross, guys." Harry pulled away from Louis and glared at Zayn.

"Do you have a problem with gay men kissing?"

"No-" Zayn started but was cut off.

"That is incredibly homophobic!" Harry shouted.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "You know what, never mind. See you guys." He started toward the door before Louis called out.

"Zayn, come back tomorrow. We're going out for lunch." He re-connected his and Harry's lips while Zayn walked out the door.

A/N
Hey guys!! So this is my first fanfic and it might be cliché so I apologise in advance. Anyway, hope this was okay. I promise the story will get better, I just needed to start somewhere :)
Also, if you don't ship Larry that's too bad bc yeah I do. Sorry if this chapter was a bit short, they're probably all gonna be like this.
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Ps this story is gonna contain swearing and drug use so yeah If you don't like that then don't keep reading.