Cadaver // Z.M. FanFiction

1. silver spoon

 • MALI JAY'S POV  •

Dealing with a drunk Harry Styles at 11:45 p.m. on a Friday is not an ideal way to start a weekend, at least for me. 

When this curly haired goon I have come to love prances into my parlor I almost thought I was on an episode of Punk'd. Sadly, no I was not about to become some TV show victim, I was just the victim of Harry having one too many tequila shots. 

The boy requested that he get the words "SILVER SPOON" inked onto the back of his bicep to mock his band mate Liam who had an irrational fear of the utensil. According to Harry, himself and Liam, and the rest of the band, spent their evening drinking in celebration of their On The Road Again tour end when Liam dared him to get a ridiculous tattoo.

Harry, the deciding that he wanted those words tattooed on his arm so he could remember this night even if he got black-out drunk. This is the story he told me as he sat in my tattoo chair, backwards, as I tattooed 11 words on him that will surely be covered later. 

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9:57 a.m.

Harry Styles slept on my couch last night. He was too drunk to even get himself off the tattoo chair, so I hauled up the steps of the tattoo parlor and into my apartment. 

Now I was sitting on my bar stool sipping my morning tea, and watching the boy sleep, in a non serial killer type way of course. 

Harry and I have been friends for four years now. I gave him his first tattoo, and many after that. He always came to see me when he was staying at his LA house, and always had a new story or joke to tell. He became my little brother, I made sure that he somewhat stayed out of trouble while on my side of the world, for his mom's sake. 

I was the healer of hangovers and heartbreaks; the therapist that held a tattoo gun.

Harry Styles was still asleep on my couch when the buzzer rang through my apartment, signaling that someone was here. 

The small TV next to the door that shows security camera footage, show me that the person was the infamous Zayn Malik who I had only heard of through Harry's stories. I buzzed him up, and decided to let Toad wake up Harry. 

I let the dog jump onto the drunk's back, startling him awake.

"Morning, sleepyhead" I laughed at the confused boy.

"MJ?" Harry asked as he rubbed his eyes."Did I fall asleep here last night?"

"Yeah you did. Almost fell asleep in my chair too, but I hauled your ass up here before you puked on my shop floors."

"Aw shit, sorry I don't even remember coming here last night."

"Yeah you were pretty wasted by the time you stumbled through my door, but you insisted on a tattoo and even threatened to do it yourself." I said. 

"MJ, you know the rules, never give into drunk Harry tattoo ideas." He whined.

"I know our rule Harry, but you looked like you were going to cry when I rejected your idea, and you know I'm a sucker for criers." 

"I'll let it slide this time, but next time you do it I get to give you a tattoo as payback."

"I won't make the mistake again, now get off my couch because Zayn is here to get you." I informed.

And with that there was a soft knock on the door, and I walked over to open it.

"Holy fuck, uh- I mean, hi I'm Zayn, I was wondering if Harry was here?" He asked turning red. 

"Yeah, he is c'mon in." I said gesturing him into my apartment. 

"Hey man, how did you know I was here?" Harry asked walking up behind me.

"Oh, Liam told me that last night you kept yelling about going to go see MJ, and getting a new tattoo so we put two and two together and found MJ's Tattoos." Zayn informed.

"Well, nice to meet you Zayn, I'm MJ." I said sticking out my hand.

"Nice to meet you too MJ. Harry you ready to go?" Zayn asked ignoring my hand. 

"Yeah mate I'm ready," Harry said "Bye MJ, thanks for letting me crash I owe you."

"No problem Harry anytime, and it was nice to meet you Zayn." I said

"You too." He mumbled as they walked out the door shutting it behind them. 

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A.N.

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