Needles (Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter 1

"I was in the winter of my life, and the boys I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why. But there's no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying, because I was born to be the woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me."
~Lana Del Rey
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Jaiden's POV

I was walking downtown, in the big city of Los Angeles, California. All of a sudden I was pulled to the side, my shoes clicking, as they were tall heels almost making me fall over as I was being yanked. I looked up and saw a familiar face soon, my mouth dropping. He just smiled at me and told me to be quiet for a couple more minutes as we walked down the alley way. We walked for a good couple of minutes down this alley, not a word was said. When I finally saw a light at the end, he covered my eyes. We walked only a few more steps before he took off the blindfold and I was in tears. There were lights strung from four walls of four different buildings, roses placed everywhere on the ground, some in pots in each corner delicately. A table in the middle with chocolates and fruit placed on it. Candles were also placed on the ground, letting off an amazing aroma of love and vanilla. He turned so our faces met and our lips collided. After a couple minutes of passion we both pulled away. He pulled out my chair for me as I sat down. He then sat across from me. His dark hair, gelled back and the stubble on his face made him look so sexy. I was in love with him. Zayn Malik everybody. He was a beast, and I was his beauty. That's our fairytale. Let's start from the beginning though.

Flashback

I walked in, scared as hell. I didn't mind needles but what if I didn't like the finished product? I stood at counter, the man looked at me, he was bald and short. He asked me if I had an appointment. I just nodded and he asked my name.

"Jaiden Nunez." I said quietly. I had my dark hair pulled up, knowing I wasn't going to be able to keep it down. It was down to my hips. I bit my bottom lip, bad habit. He told me I could wait in the backroom. I knew it was going to be a long time in pain. I heard my tattoo artists name was Zayn Malik. He walked and smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back. He looked at the sketches and sighed.

"We're going to be here for a while." He laughed a little and told me to take my top and bra off. I was getting a wing of an angel and a wing of the devil down my whole back. I asked him to turn around shyly. He nodded as I got undressed. I straddled the chair and pressed my chest up against the cold leather. He placed the outlines on my back and started the needles, I immediately felt nerves. He tried calming me with words of wisdom, I honestly wasn't listening, he told me to relax and just stayed still. I did so and felt the sharp end of the needle press down on my back. I bit my lip again and tried to relax myself. Only a couple of hours right? He talked me through the whole thing. Asked me my birthday - June 14th 1993. What I liked and didn't like. After a good six hours he was done. I looked in the mirror holding my shirt over my chest. I smiled widely and felt tears coming.