𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 | z.m. #MissionDesi

Chapter 22

"You."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Why me?

"Ash! Are you done?" I heard Soph. I ended the call and went to them.

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"I love it when we have a whole day off!" Liam said hopping on the seat next to me.

"So what's the plan?" I asked him.

"We are hanging out!" Louis yelled.

"Yea, but whe—"My voice startled as I felt Zayn's lips on my neck, making me go weak. The next thing I heard was laughter.

"You could've done that behind closed doors.. but atleast that shut her up." Liam said lifting his glass of juice.

"Stop whining.." Zayn said taking the seat besides me, he held the foot of my chair and pulled me closer to him and snaked his arm around my waist. I blushed at his action.

"Is it necessary to do something like this in front of us.." Niall said pointing at him and Harry, giving a bored look. To tease him more, Zayn grabbed the back of my neck and crashed his lips onto mine.

"Ok fine! We understand how much you love each other!" Niall groaned, making me smile in between the kiss. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"It hurts to be single when you're living with 3 couples.." Harry said dramatically putting his hand over his chest.

"Who said you're alone Harry? You have someone with you." I said, making him look at me.

"Who?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

"1989 by Taylor Swift." I said in a low voice, but fortunately, everyone heard it and chuckled. He rolled his eyes.

"Where are we going anyways?" Harry changed the topic.

"Tattoo parlour." Zayn stated. My eyes lightened up.

"Can I come too? Please..." I whined like a child, I always wanted to have one.

"You want to have one?" Liam asked, I nodded my head vigorously.

"No, you're not going to." Zayn said, making my head snap at his direction.

"Why?" My grin turned into a frown.

"Because.. um.. you know. It... it hurts." He stuttered.

"You're having one too, why can't I?" I asked again.

"Yea, why?" Niall asked. Zayn gave him a 'not relatable to you' look.

"I already have tattoos, I'm kinda used to the pain." He added.

"How does it feel? It can't be that bad." I snapped.

"It's like someone is dragging and poking a rusty screwdriver in your skin constantly." he answered. I felt goosebumps on my body.

"Really?" I gulped.

"No, he is just exaggerating. Come on Zayn, let her have one." Louis assured.

"Pweese...." I tucked my lower lip out and gave him a pleading face. He sighed and shook his head. And that's when he knew, he lost.

"Fine... what are you gonna have?" He asked. I smiled at him, leaning onto his shoulder again.

"You'll see after it's done." I said.

We reached the tattoo parlour. It was me, Zayn, Louis and Harry. While Niall, Liam, El and Soph were at a Nike store. There were different rooms. Harry went in first, then Zayn and then Louis. I was the last one. To be honest, I was a bit scared, it was my first tattoo. Harry came out first and smiled at me.