Since I Last Saw You (1D fan fic)

Lena's POV: 

Before One direction was One Direction, one of them was my best friend... Who? Well see... He is the most amZAYN guy. 

We were best friends since we were like five. He turned 14 and I never saw him again. I don't know what happened... I lost all contact. Facebook, text, snail mail, nothing.

The moment I figured out that he was a very succesful, very hot, singer. I got up and screamed, "THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND!!"

I watched X factor everyday after that. I never knew he could sing... Man I missed the kid. Well anyways... That's the beging of this story. So let's get on with it, eh?

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Standing outside the tattoo shop I currently worked in was calming. I didn't have to watch people wince for their first time. I hated first timers. No fun, they would cry, wince, do something and almost ruin my art!

My boss walked out and looked at me. I sighed and walked back inside. I looked at the newbie, Stevie. He was good but he got the worst pick. They were always screaming. That's why his crap came out crappy. Other than that... Lovely. 

I looked at my boss and he gently pushed me in the room. I looked back at him and scowled. Asshole. I didn't look at the guy who's tattoo I was supposed to do, "So what do you want?"

"A jigsaw piece, love. If possible. For autism."

"Alri-" Wait... That voice was pretty familiar... I turned around, holy shit... Zayn smiled at me and I was at a loss for words. "Um... Ah... ZAYN!!"

He looked at me and tilted his head. He must not recgonize me. I was 13 when he left and by now I was filled with piercings and tattoos, "It's Lena... Lena Winona." I saw it click in that small brain of his. 

"LENA!!" He hugged me and I hugged him back. Damn, he was muscles. He pulled away and smiled at me again. "Look at you. I missed you."

"Then how come you never called me, or mailed me, or anything." I totally though about what I said too late. He looked hurt.

"I had a lot going on."

"I know." 

He looked down. I looked at him. "Okay... I'll do your tat. Where do you want it?" 

"My elbow."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Those really hurt." 

"I don't care."

"Alright..."

I quickly dabbed my nettle in. I am not going to tell you the rest. He flinched once but I was almost done so it was okay. 

He smiled when I was done and handed me his number, "Call me sometime."

"Ya. If you ever call me."

"I will this time promise."

"Alright."

He smiled and hugged me one last time before walking away. I sighed and laid on my bed and passed out. Man, I was tired.