27 Tattoos

You woke up feeling like shit. Your eyes were tired, your body ached and your neck hurt. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, getting rid of the sleep that was wedged into the corners of them. Rays of light peaked through your curtains, shining onto your bed.

“Fuckkk.” You mumbled, shuffling over to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stripping off. You let the hot water roam all over your body, your thoughts then turning back to last night. The little creek, the tent, the champagne, the dancing, the love bite… Shit. Leaping out of the shower, you examined the huge blemish that had turned a very bold shade of purple.

“Shit shit shit.” You whisper, tracing your hand over the bruise. Turning off the shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and run to your chest-of-drawers, pulling out your underwear and slipping them on. You then walked over to your wardrobe, looking for something that would cover your neck, no luck. All of your scarves, hats and gloves were in that attic for winter. Everyone at school will see it, and more importantly your mother. You put on a baggy t-shirt, leggings and your white converse, leaving your hair to fall naturally and applying minimal make-up as per usual. Looking down at the mark you sigh, piling foundation on in an attempt to cover up the purple monstrosity, it didn’t work. In fact, it drew even more attention to the area.

“FUCK!” You yell at the top of your voice, and then you remember that your mother is downstairs. Oh god, well this is going to be a fun conversation. You crept downstairs to try and avoid your mother, only to find a note on the counter telling you that she would be away until Monday evening.

“MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO ME!” You scream, pulling out your phone and texting El.

The witch has gone, and she’ll only be back on Monday night. You and Dani stay at mine? – (Y/N) xx

You waited about 3 minutes before a your phone lit up and the words ‘New message’ appeared on the screen.

YES!! SLEEPOVERRRR!! OMG (Y/N) LETS THROW A PARTY!!! :D – El xxx

A party, El? Are you serious? What if my mother found out?:/ - (Y/N) xx

She wonttt, dont worry! It’ll just be me, dani, liam, noah, josh and you! That’s hardly a party anyways;) – El xxx

I dunno El:L – (Y/N) xx

C’MONNNNNN PWESEEEEE IF YOU LOVE ME YOU WILL DO THIS FOR ME;) - El xxx

Fine, but I’m inviting Perrie. – (Y/N) xx

I don’t think that’s a good ideaaaa:/ - El xxx

You haven’t spoken to her in ages. It would do you all some good to have a catch up. Anyway, no Perrie, no party;) – (Y/N) xx

I guess you’re right:P you’re so evillll (Y/N) ;) – El xxx

Oh, I know;) See ya at school:) – (Y/N) xx

You texted El then put your phone back into my pocket, grabbing your bag from the banister and hopping out of the door, making sure to lock it. Home alone, at last. You didn’t have a car so you walked to school at an incredibly fast pace, probably the excitement of it all. Walking into tutor, you see Liam and smile whilst moving to sit next to him. He leans over to you and whispers in your ear,

“Party at your place on Saturday?” you look at him confused, about to speak but he interrupts.

“El.” He simply says, as if he can read your mind.

“Uhm, (Y/N)? What’s that?” Liam questions, his eyes staring at your neck, shit.

“N-Nothing.” You stutter, he was about to open his mouth but a female voice interrupted him.

“(Y/N)! I can make Saturday!” Dani yells across the room.

“Way to keep it a secret, Dani!” I yell back, my tone thick with sarcasm; she gives you a quick wink then returns her attention to the front of the class. Liam was about to talk but shut himself up, thank god.

It was now lunch and you were discussing party details with El when she looks down at your neck,

“And what is this, (Y/N)? A love bite?” She asks, her eyebrows raised. A crimson colour washes over your cheeks, you see smoke coming from around the corner.

“I’ll go and invite Perrie and you find Dani.” You scurry off, avoiding conversation of the love bite. A head pops around the corner.

“(Y/N)?” It was Zayn.

“Ah, Zayn. I need to borrow your girlfriend for a moment.” You say as you turn the corner to see Harry and Lou leaning against a car smoking, Niall was nowhere to be seen, either ditching or he was still too scared to come near Harry. Zayn put his cigarette out and called Perrie over who was on her phone, she looked up and her eyes widened.

“(Y/N)!” She squealed, running over to you and engulfing you in a hug. This made Harry and Lou look up, Harry’s eyes widening and a smirk spread across his face. You saw that he had gone back to his usual attire of a black V-neck and skinny jeans, his tattoos on full show and his piercings all back into place. Honestly, you preferred him like that, he looked sexy- wait, what? You did not just say that. Looking over at Perrie, you smiled at her.

“I need to speak to you in private. Don’t worry, Zayn. I won’t steal her for too long.” You winked and he just laughed.

“Hurry back!” He shouted after us as you turned to corner.

“So, what is it?” Perrie asked excitedly.

“I’m having a small party on Saturday; my mother is away so it’s the perfect opportunity to invite my closest friends round, you being one of them.” You say, simply. The smile on her face grew; you could tell Perrie had few, if not any friends, after everything that is happened. You saying this to her gave her some hope, some stability, that it could get better.

“Who else is going?” She asked.

“Me, you, El, Dani, Liam, Noah and Josh.” You say, her smile fading.

“I can’t go. They won’t want me there.” She whispers, looking down.

“Actually I talked to El this morning and she said she’d like you to come.” Perrie’s head shot up, he eyes were watery.

“Really?!” She squealed.

“Yes really. But don’t tell anyone about this party, okay?” You laughed,

“Okay.” She giggled.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to Zayn before he kills me.” You winked. Laughing, you stroll back with your arms linked in Perrie’s.

“OI! She’s my girlfriend.” Zayn whines.

“Not anymore, Malik.” You laugh.

“Oh, is that a challenge I hear, (Y/L/N)?” He questions, his eyebrows raised.

“Perrie, pick me or (Y/N).” Zayn say, looking confident.

“That’s easy! (Y/N)!” She smirks and Zayn puts on a fake look of hurt, placing his hand over his heart.

“Bow down to me, Malik.” You giggle.

“That’s it.” He yells, slinging you over his shoulder and you scream.

“HELP!” You yell, your pleas mixed with giggles.

“Harry, please control your girl.” Zayn says, placing me in Harry’s arms. Harry smiles down at you, his eyes tracing over the mark on your neck.

“It suits you.” He murmurs, placing you down and pulling you into his chest, “I like it a lot.” He says, his voice low and raspy.

“I swear you’re bipolar.” You mutter under your breath.

“What was that, love?” He asks, smirking.

“I said you’re bipolar. One minutes you’re a dick, the next your sweet and then the next you’re horny. It’s like living with a pregnant woman.” He laughs at your comment.

“So you think I’m sweet.” He says, his expression filled with humour. You rolled your eyes and pushed him away.

“You’re disgusting.” You grunt.

“You love me.” Scoffing you turn around.

“Try hate.” You smile sweetly and he laughs, you seem to amuse him. Fuck. Shaking your head you walk over to Perrie.

“See you tomorrow.” You whisper and give her a hug, sneaking a quick glance at Harry whose eyes were on you, he was licking his lips, his eyes dark and his expression taken over with lust.