Forever Marked (z.m.)AU

Zayn's World

Madison POV

"C'mon on Love, wake up," I hear a soft voice mummer in my ear. I feel an arm wrap around my waist. "What?" I groan to Zayn. "It's time to get up, I got a surprise for you." I open my eyes jumping up out of bed.

"That's more like it." He says grabbing my hand loosely and walking us into the kitchen. "Did you cook?" I ask a smile creeping onto my face, "Yes, I know you cooked everyday, or just drank coffee. But, this still isn't the surprise." he says as he pulls out a chair on the island for me to sit on.

"Thank you. You know I always took you for a heartless jerk, and I thought you were a psychopath." I say as he puts down a plate filled with: pancakes, bacon, eggs, strawberries, and bananas. "I know, I kind of figured that. After all I did kind of kidnap you for a few days."

I nod my head at him. "So, what's the surprise?" I ask as Zayn sits down beside me. "That's for me to know and for you to find out." he says and I sigh in defeat. I hate surprises.

"You ready yet?" I hear Zayn outside the door, "Yes. I'm coming." I say opening the door coming face to face with him. "Glad you could make it." he says walking down the hallway with me in tow.

"Are we walking?" I say as he opens the door. He shakes his head, "No babe, we're riding. Put this on." it was a leather jacket, "Leather?" My voice raising a few octaves.

"Time to see my world, Madi."

We walk around the apartment to see a motorcycle propped up. "This is yours?" I ask looking up at him. "Yes, now Miss. Summers, your chariot awaits." he grabs my hips making sure I don't fall getting on the bike.

"Here is a helmet, safety first." he grabs the helmet off the handle bar of the bike. "What about you?" I ask as he takes a seat in front of me. "Living on the edge." his voice full of excitement. He starts the engine pulling out. "Just hold on." he shouts over the noise of the engine. I nod wrapping my arms around his waist.

We go for a little while, the air wasn't as cold as I thought I'd be. I felt free, alive. I felt as if nothing in the world could stop me, nothing at all. We pull off the highway, to an alley way.

"Where are we?" I ask as he gets off the bike, he holds his hand out helping me off too. He grabs my hand without a word, pulling me out of the alley. "Here." he says holding his hand out, so I would read the sign. 'ZAP', I look over at him, "Zap?" I ask as he nods taking his coat off pointing to his tattoo. "It's the name of my tattoo parlor, here we are." he says opening the door, and slowly dragging me inside.

I hear the buzzing. The familiar noise that haunts me. "It's okay." Zayn mummers in my ear, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He drags me to the back of the parlor, down a hallway. To a door.

"Open it."

I grab the handle turning it gently. I push on the door as it slowly opens. I walk in, my jaw dropping. "Wow. Now I know what you mean by love and passion." I say walking around the room, touching many canvas' and the spray painted wall.

"You did all this?" I ask baffled by all the work done. "Yes, every piece is unique in their own way." he says as he stands in the doorway,watching, as always. "But, we are here for something, beautiful." I look at him confused as he shuts the door.

"I'm going to paint you."

"Okay, what do I do?" I ask as he smiles. "Just sit on this stool, and I'll paint you." He grabs a stool from the corner of the room sitting it behind me. I sit on the stool as he grabs a canvas and an easel.

"Could you smile. Font be like those uptight ladies from the 17th century." he says as I laugh. "There we go!"

I smile, and sit as he takes his paintbrush moving it slowly then a bit faster at times. My face starts to hurt, but I still grin and bare it, for Zayn.

"And, done." he says stepping back, examining his work. I stand, my legs like jello. Zayn sees my struggle, and grabs my elbow and upper arm, helping me get to the canvas.

I stare at the canvas in awe. My face was bright and excited. My eyes had a gleam in them. "You're really good." I say looking up into his eyes, he smiles. "Do you like it?" He asks his voice hopeful.

"I don't like it, I love it." I say turning around in his arms, I watch his smile grow. "I'm happy that you love it." he says his arms tightening a bit around me. "Your true beauty can't be captured Madi. But, I wish it could so I could show you, prove to you that you're perfect." he says as he looks into my eyes. Blue meeting brown.

"No ones perfect. Not even me."

"Can't you just take a compliment?" He asks as I shake my head. "Do you wanna tattoo?" He asks as my eyes widen. and I shake my head again. "No, I'm good, but thanks anyway." I say as he laughs taking my hand walking us out of the room and out of the parlor. "Who works for you? You're like never here." I say as he laughs again.

"I have appointments made, don't worry, and my buddy Niall. He doesn't have any tattoos, but he inks people. Makes no sense, but it doesn't have to." he says as he drags me back to his bike.

He pulls to the highway, it was dark now, and I was starving, the streets were empty. "Do you trust me?" He asks as I wrap my arms around his waist. "Just go before I tell you no. And, we better go and get some food, because if not, I think I'll die." I say as he pulls out.

The tires screeching against the pavement. My heart beat started to race. My adrenaline pumping through my veins. "This is so much fun!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I hear him chuckle.

"Welcome to the dark side!"