This is for @maddy10q for requesting me to write a part 2 for the preference #80

You're Being Mean To Him But It Can't Last Long - Zayn Malik

Zayn:

Your boyfriend has just gotten back from getting yet another tattoo. He strolled in with a huge bird on his backside. It covered every inch and you couldn't help but be disgusted by the quality. "Zayn, again?" Zayn took your tone a positive sign and grinned. "You like?" He spun around for you to get a good look. You sighed. "No, it's quite ugly actually," you whisper under your breath. Zayn heard that part and frowned at you. "Y/N..." "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" You interrupt while pressing your palms to your ears. Zayn watched you run anyway, confused. Little did you know that he tattooed you name along with a heart right under the bird.

You sat quietly on the floor, your back against the door, crying your eyes out at the pointless fight between you and Zayn. You weren't suppose to lash out like that but the stress of Being Zayn Malik's girlfriend was stressing you out. You loved Zayn's tattoos because most of them had a meaning behind them but the ones that he was getting recently had become pointless and stupid, those tattoos that you will regret getting when you're older. "Babe..." You heard Zayn call out from behind the door. "What?" You spat, more harshly than you had intended but only to try and hide the tears you were shedding from him. "I'm sorry" he apologized. He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Can you please open the door and let me explain?" He begged. "There's nothing to explain" you spat. You heard Zayn sigh and shuffling on the other end as you heard a thud, indicating that Zayn had also sat down on the floor. "Then I'll explain like this" he stammered.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispered. "Mhm?" You mumbled, not finding your voice. "Why do you hate it so much?" He asked. "It's a pointless tattoo Zayn. The more tattoos you've been getting, the more pointless they become." You shrugged. "But there is a meaning behind it. It's you" he protested, voice sounding thick with tears. "I didn't stick a needle in you and force you to get it inked Zayn!" You said arrogantly. "No because I wanted to get it for you. You know about my love for body art so I wanted to express my love to you in a way I love" he explained rationally. "You love food too. You could have gotten me Chinese take out to express your love cause I would still be happy" you laughed. Zayn stifled a laugh also before he talked, "did you see your name under it?". "What?" You asked, wide-eyed. "Your name. I got a bird because birds to me resemble freedom. I don't like to share my secrets with anyone and I usually keep to myself but with you I feel so free. You make me feel comfortable to tell you anything and not be afraid of being judged. You know secrets that no one else knows. Not my sisters, not the boys, not my parents, just you. You know my deepest thoughts and insecurities and and accept me for who I am and love me unconditionally. You set me free you know?" He explained. You were bawling at this point. You felt incredibly guilty for what you said and how you overreacted. You thought about everything for a while and hadn't even realized that Zayn had gotten up. He started to lose hope that you'll forgive him, "I'm really sorry babe, I'll be waiting until you're ready to come out" he weeped.

You immediately got up and opened the door, lunging towards Zayn, attacking him into a bone-crushing hug. "I'm so so so sorry babe..." You apologized over and over again. He wrapped his muscular arms around you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. "I'll love you Z" you smiled. "I love you too Babe" he whispered, before locking lips with you passionately. "Never scare me like that again Boo, I thought I lost you this time" he cried into your shirt. You gently pulled his face up to meet yours, as you gently kissed away his tears with your lips before speaking. "You'll never lose me Zayn. Not now, not ever. As mad as you make me sometimes like when you leave you shoes lying around the house or your hair products scattered all over the bathroom or when you wake me up at 3 in the morning when you can't sleep or when you take long in the bathroom and waste all the hot water. Even your snoring and constant whining when your sick, I'll love you forever till the day I die." His beautiful face formed that precious smile you loved, making you smile along. "I can get it removed if you want" he spoke up. "Don't" you warned, tracing the outline of the newest tattoo delicately with your fingers, "it's perfect" you said, before kissing it gently.

"I love you" he whispered once again In your ear. He didn't even give you a chance to respond, quickly attacking your lips hungrily, which quickly escalated into something more steamy. You were both glad that you didn't let a stupid fight like this get in between your love for eachother. Plus, your make-up sex was always the best sex ever. ;D