• Mali Jay's POV •
I watched Rogan storm down the hallway right past Harry and Zayn making them jumo out of the way. I let out a heavy sigh and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Hey MJ, are you okay?" Harry asked getting closer to me.
"Who was that guy?" Zayn asked
"That guy was my older brother." I said watching the two boys' eyes widen in shock.
"Like your brother, brother?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, my actual brother that I grew up with. That was him." I said gesturing towards the empty hallway where Rogan once was.
"I didn't know you had a brother." Harry said
"I don't talk about my family with good reason." I paused "What can I do for you boys today?"
"If this is a bad time we can come back later."
"No seriously, I'm supposed to be working now anyway; so what can I do for ya?"
"Zaynie boy here wanted a new tattoo, and I told him he had to go to the best." Harry said swinging him arm around Zayn's shoulder, which Zayn casually shrugged off.
"Okay Zayn, what were you thinking of getting?" I asked the quiet boy.
"Um, I have a drawing that I did yesterday that I'd like to get somewhere." He shrugged.
"Okay let's go downstairs and I'll look at it."
We made our way down to the front of the shop. The two boys sat down in front of my desk, Harry whipped out his phone slouching down, and looking bored.
"Harry if you're going to be impatient the whole time then you can leave and come back later." I told him.
"I dunno, will Zaynie be okay if I don't hold his hand." He said in a mocking voice.
"Harold just leave." Zayn said shoving the younger boy away.
"Fine, I can tell when I'm not wanted," Harry said walking towards the doors, "I'll be back later, just text me when you're almost done."
And Harry Styles was gone.
"He can be such a pest sometimes." I smiled
"Yeah, but I love him like a brother." Zayn reciprocated my smile.
"Now, show me what you were thinking of getting."
Zayn grabbed his sketchbook that was leaning against the leg of the chair. He flipped to a page that had a small revolver drawn on it, the details and shadowing drawn on the gun took my breath away.
"Does it have any meaning?" I asked him.
"Not necessarily, I was just proud of my drawing to be honest." He said with a shrug.
"Where do you want it?"
"Well, I don't have any room left on my sleeve so I was thinking on my side?" He said questioningly.
"Okay I can do that."
I walked Zayn over to my tattoo chair, and instructed him to take off his shirt and pants.
Stay professional MJ.
He lay down on the chair and I prepped his skin, cleaning it and sketching out the gun. The silence was deafening.
I turned on my tattoo gun and listening to the small machine hum.
I began to outline the tattoo in black, when Zayn flinched a little his stomach tensing
"You alright?" I asked. He just nodded.
I put my left hand down on his stomach to keep him steady, and I got back to work.
Zayn remained silent throughout the whole process. He was someone we in the tattoo world call a cadaver; someone who refuses to talk during the entire tattoo process.
An hour later I decided it was time to give my hand a break.
• Zayn Malik's POV •
Lying here I count the hours.
MJ announced that she was going to take a break, and I watched her shut off the machine and crack her knuckles.
"You alright Zayn? If it's too much to finish today you can come back later in the week." She asked me, concern showing on her face.
"No I'm good, I've had my fair share of tattoos and this is easy compared to some others. You are very good at your job." I said watching her blush.
"Thank you." She whispered looking at me, in the tattoo chair.
Silence.
We stayed there staring at each other. She made the first move; to her coffee cup that was sitting on the counter, and I watched her take a sip leaving a lip mark on the rim.
Stained coffee cup. Just a fingerprint of lipstick’s not enough.
She set the mug down and looked back at me.
"I really hate coffee." She laughed.
I watched her laugh, it was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
She walked towards me, setting back up. She went to prep my skin again when I grabbed her wrist. Her head snapped up and her eyes locked with mine.
I pulled her towards me, and I kissed her.
She smelled sweet, it was intoxicating.
Her perfume's holding me ransom.
Her mouth tasted of stale coffee, but it was the best thing I had ever tasted.
I can’t contain this anymore
I’m all yours
I’ve got no control
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AN
SORRY
I FORGOT THAT I NEVER POSTED THIS
IM A BAD PERSON
also the first chapter WWA has been changed to OTRA so this takes place in the future so you are aware
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Cadaver // Z.M. FanFiction
Fiksi PenggemarThe only sound in the room was the buzzing from the tattoo gun. The silence was death; she was the Grim Reaper, and he was the cadaver.
