Jamie’s POV
I'm waking up against my will, with a pounding headache and a weird feeling on the outside of my forearm. I opened my eyes slowly and looked to where I had that weird feeling, and I found a blur of black and skin tone. As my vision cleared and focused I realised it was Yin and Yang… on my arm… in the form of a tattoo.
Why in the name of shit is there a tattoo of Yin and Yang on my forearm?
I don't remember granting permission for this foshizzle. I remember asking Zayn if we could get one, and then going to a club, and then I got drunk… and I don't really remember anything after that. I slowly rose like a zombie and realised that I suddenly needed to spew. I managed to hold it as I made my way to the bathroom, throwing everything I had in my guts up and into the porcelain toilet.
I felt a hand rubbing my back in circles and my hair moving away from my face. “Why would you let me get drunk like that?” I asked him straight out, knowing it would be Zayn.
“I tried, but you were very determined to destroy your brain.” He stated.
“You didn’t get drunk, did you?” I asked next.
“No.” he responded.
“So you let me get a tattoo, randomly placed on the outside of my forearm where nothing else ties it in?” I accused him.
“Well, you see, you are very emotional when you’re drunk and you were crying and nothing I could do could calm you down so I went along with it, and it’s not randomly placed because it’s where I have mine. It was something you wanted very distinctly.” He answered.
“Right, now we have matching tattoos that don't count because you already had yours?” I cleared it all up.
“Practically.” Well then.
“Fair enough, I suppose my drunk self is a little hard to deal with…” I trailed off.
“No kidding, how much do you actually remember from last night?” for once he was asking me a question.
“After the first few shots, not a thing.” I admitted slowly.
“Okay, so you don't remember the Jellyfish and the Snake… that’s probably a good thing. And you remember what an ‘L’ looks like?” that’s a weird question.
“Of course I do.” I responded sharply.
“And your left and rights?” he asked another stupid question.
“Why wouldn’t I?” he laughed at my answer. “What are you laughing at?”
“Well, you forgot your left and rights, so I showed you the thing where you make an ‘L’ with your left hand and then you forgot what an ‘L’ is… I thought I should check.” He answered, still laughing half-heartedly as I glared at him.
“There is one thing you should never do with me, unless I ask, never tell me what I did whilst drunk unless it has something to do with legal issues.” I told him, before I decided to add something. “Actually, definitely if it has some legal issues with it.”
“Jamie, I-” He went to speak, but I held a hand up to show that he should be quiet before I threw up into the toilet again. As I wiped my mouth, which I am sure was a great look, I turned to face him.
“You were saying?” I said.
“Jamie, I want you to know that no matter what I will be by your side.” He told me.
“I already know that, this is a pretty good example.” I gestured to him sitting next to me on the cold bathroom floor, holding my shoulder while rubbing circles on it since he didn’t have access to my back anymore. He pushed more stray hairs behind my ears.
“I would kiss you right now but you would probably taste like vomit.” He stated.
“You know you just killed the entire mood right?” I checked.
“Yep, but I didn’t think there was much of a mood to kill…” he trailed off.
“There was. The ‘drunk girl being comforted by her man who she will probably get married to later in life’ mood. It is very common these days with rave parties and such.” I argued, he started laughing again.
“I can’t get enough of you, no matter how much time we spend together, I just can’t, and you still surprise me with what you say. That being a perfect example…” he trailed off. “Wait, did you say ‘will probably get married to later in life’ or did I misinterpret that?” shit shit shit shit.
“You must have misheard what I said there, because it definitely wasn’t that… I'm sure of it.” I responded.
“Jamie.” Was all he said.
“Not lying.” I tried to convince him.
“I'm pretty sure that’s what I heard.” He replied.
“You heard wrong.” I stuck to my lie.
“Jamie, you know you can’t lie to me.” he pointed out.
“But I can attempt to.” I retorted easily.
“And you will always fail.” He stated.
“I don't always, you see, when I kept screwing up your sister’s names… I was joking. Boom! Plot twist.” I told him, making him jump when I shouted ‘boom’. “Have you made me breakfast?” I asked him before he could retort.
“Not that I remember… I can’t cook anyway.” He answered.
“You could attempt toast again…” I trailed off.
“I could attempt to, no guarantees that it will turn out well.” He stated.
“Cool, but I want to have a shower so leave.” I told him.
“But what if you fall?” he asked me.
“Leave.”
***
“You and me, we made a vow
For better or for worse
I can't believe you let me down
But the proof's in a way it hurts
For months on end I've had my doubts
Denying every tear
I wish this would be over now
But I know that I still need you here
You say I'm crazy
'Cause you don't think I know what you've done
But when you call me baby
I know I'm not the only one
You've been so unavailable
Now sadly I know why
Your heart is unobtainable
Even though Lord knows you have mine.” Why is Zayn singing? Not that it’s a bad thing or anything, but why was he singing that song? He shouldn't be singing that song, that’s a break-up song. Damn, wrong song to be singing dude. Wrong song.
“Babe, what you singing that song for?” I asked him, putting an arm around his shoulder… which meant I had to stand on my toes. Damn him and his damn height and my damn shortness.
“It’s been stuck in my head for ages…” he answered.
“Okay, whateves.” I said, kissing his cheek before I smelt something burning. “Babe, I think you’re burning the toast again.” I informed him, before I checked the toaster, which seemingly had nothing in it. Meanwhile he was running towards the stove like a lunatic and chanting ‘shit’ like it would save his life.
“I forgot about the f*cken eggs.” He stated as he took the pan that was apparently off the stove while I caught a glimpse of the charcoal-like eggs.
“F*ck.” That’s all I can say, there are no other words.
“My exact thoughts.” He replied. “I suppose you don't want to eat them do you? Because I don't…” he trailed off.
“I don't see why you wouldn’t, they’re perfectly cooked. Exactly how I like them, burnt to an almost unrecognisable state. Is la perfectiona.” I said seriously, taking the pan from him and putting the coal that was in the pan into the damn bin.
“I knew it, I knew that it was exactly how you would love to have them. That’s why I did it, it was definitely on purpose.” He tried to convince me.
“I totally believe you.” I said sarcastically.
“You really should.” He responded.
“Yep, I really really do.” I replied.
“Mhm.” Well that conversation came to an abrupt end… we set all of the food onto the plates and sat down at the table. I started with my toast, which was burnt…
“Well, this is fantabulous. You’ve cooked it brilliantly.” I said seriously.
“Really?” Zayn asked me, giving me a look like I'm crazy.
“Nope, this is actually pretty repulsive. Could we have pizza or waffles instead?” I asked him.
“Pizza?”
“Have you never heard of breakfast pizza before?” I questioned with shock.
“Can’t say I ha-”
“You poor poor sweet child.” I said, as I went to the kitchen again and threw my food in the bin.
“Is it really that bad?” I heard him ask, although he hadn’t moved from the table yet.
“Yep.” I responded, before finding some flour and water and chocolate chips. Perfect, it’s time for pancakes. With my boredom I started singing.
“I've waited a hundred years.
But I'd wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for
The privilege of being yours would do.
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,
I would have known what I was living for.
What I've been living for.
Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line,
Every touch is a redefining phrase-”
Wait, Zayn knew this song?
“I surrender who I've been for who you are,
For nothing makes me stronger than, your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well, I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for.”
Well then, I can now mock the shit out of this since he knows what the song is. I held a hand to my heart while I sang as out of tune as possible while he mirrored my actions in his own special way.
“Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
When I saw you, well, I knew we'd tell it well.
With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.”
We finished the song before I gave him a strange look. “I didn’t know you knew that song.” I stated.
“I was having the same thought but in reverse.” He stated.
“That should totally be our song.” I said, putting my arms over his shoulders as he placed his around my waist.
“That is an excellent idea.”

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