Mona Lisa | Memorable

Tonight was going to be a special night, they could feel it in the air. It was the grand opening at the museum in Milan. Everybody in the country who was fond of art knew about it, and it was rumored that a lot of people were going to show up at the event tonight. Also some people from around the world flew here just for this special occasion. On top of that, it was New Year's Eve which made the air even more electrifying. The cute duo was in the back of the limo in their finest attire, their fingers locked and kissing on each other's lips until they grew dizzy.

"You look so handsome baby," Nurah purred as her hand ran down his chest until it stopped to his expensive belt. He was wearing an all black suit with a dark blue button up dress underneath his jacket. White loafers were on his feet and he had on those shiny rings that she was really fond of. Not to mention that his gorgeous hair was slicked back into a low bun with a black headband around his head to keep his baby hairs in place. But overall he looked like a damn meal in her eyes.,

"Thank. And you look so ravishing my dear, just gorgeous," Zayn bit his bottom lip as he eyed her up and down shamelessly. She had on this fitting, long sleeve dark grey dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Her hair was up in a slick bun with some of her cute baby hairs laid to perfection. It was tempting not to touch all over her because she looked damn good. She had a bit of makeup on, and even a maroon colored boa around her neck just to had some flare to her outfit which he thought was cute.With some of his own jewelry on her and heels on her feet, she was looking so sexy beyond means.

"Wow, such a gentleman," she smiled cupping his jaw.

"Forever and always," he grinned before leaning in to give her a slow kiss on her lips.

She pulled away from him. waggling her finger at him with a knowing look, "Don't even start this."

"Start what?" He asks dumbly.

"You're gonna mess up my lipstick babe," she says wiping some of the red substance off of the corner of his lips.

"Oh c'mon, that doesn't really matter," he mutters before he leaned in again, this time sliding his tongue into her mouth as he laid her down back on the seat, being really careful not to mess up her hair and ripping her tight dress.

She moaned in his mouth, reaching behind his head to tug on his low bun to pull him closer and even closer. Nurah felt him push up against her, his print now rubbing on her thigh which made it frustrating because she could barely move her legs from how tight this dress was. But she knew that they had to stop this now before it got out of hand, and be considerate of the limo driver, "Zayn, c'mon now, we can't."

"M'sorry," he murmurs with a sigh, he got off of her to sit up and he helped her sit up too. "I'm just..nevermind."

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Nurah asked looking at him deeply.

"Yes," he finally admits sadly. "It's stupid, right?"

"Aw baby, don't feel like that," she coos swiping underneath his chin. "It's okay to be nervous."

"Like, this could be my big break and who knows? What if my painting isn't good enough? What if I'm not good enough?" He asks with a low self esteem mindset.

"Don't you dare say such things. You are an amazing artist and a wonderful person. Don't feel discourage because you are so worth it baby," Nurah tells him, meaning every single word.

"Thank you," he breathes out. "I think I needed that."

"Anything. Now let me fix your bun and get this lipstick off your lips," she smiles.

"I bet I look sexy in it," he chuckles turning around so she could do his hair.

"Shut up," she giggles rolling her eyes.

The drive was about over three hours from Florence to Milan, but they kept each other entertained by just being themselves. It never got bored between the two of them. Either they were joking around, making out, or even sitting silence they enjoyed being each other's presence. Nurah should have known that Zayn was nervous because his hands were shaky and sweaty. He would rub on the back his neck which was a habit that she noticed about him. He would so squirm in his seat and zoned out, most likely thinking of how everything was gonna to go. But Nurah was here with him and she had his back through this.

"Your destiny awaits," says the driver who had opened the limo door for the couple.

"Thank you sir," Zayn gave the driver a smile before he took Nurah's hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they walked up the steps of the museum.

"Oh my god, were actually here baby," Nurah squealed as she hugged Zayn's arms tighter.

"I know, and it so beautiful," he grins.

The museum was two stories with a very high ceiling, and even a chandelier in the middle of the building. Different types of art were splattered on the wall and they were all so gorgeous in their own way. So many Italians, and even some tourists were all filled up in this building in their fancy attire. Zayn even saw some other artists that were here and he had the honor of introducing them to his girl, which had Nurah blushing so much that she felt like her face was going to burst. The way he would smile at her and hold onto her waist is what made her heart flutter. She would then brag about how talented, smart, handsome, and such a pain in the ass he was with her hand on his chest while she kissed on his cheek. Making it known that she was really into this man and she was happy that she could show him off the way she wanted to. Just having each other on by their sides is what made this night so perfect and worth it.

"Do you know how gorgeous you look right now?" Zayn asks looking at her with those sparkling eyes of his.

"Me? Pft, these paintings are the ones that are gorgeous," Nurah scoffed looking at the exquisite small painting in front of them of a pond.

Zayn chuckled as he pulled her by her hip and brought her body closer to his, not caring who was around or watching them. He then whispered, "All this art around me and I would still stare at you baby."

Nurah smiled softly at him, "You're so sweet. I—,"

"Oh my god! Who did this?!" Shouted someone who obviously spoke English. 

"Oh shit," Zayn muttered, frowning as he heard more shouting.

"What do you think happened?" Nurah asks with a chuckle.

Zayn looked at her and shrugged, "I have no idea but let's go be nosey," he snickers before taking her hand to the commotion.

Moving through the crowd with hand in hand they managed to see what was going on. It was this older man with white hair and a slim frame who was standing in front of a painting, on his knees like he was praying looking up at it. The people around him also looked up at the painted and had the same reaction because it was so beautiful. And once the two realized what they were looking at their jaws dropped.

"Who is responsible for this painting?!" Shouted the man who spoke English, getting back on his knees and turning towards the crowd with a desperate look on his face. "Please..I just want to talk."

Zayn leaned to the side to whisper to Nurah awkwardly, "Um..should I—,"

"Yes," she whispered back, answering him before he got the chance to ask his question that she already knew that he was gonna ask.

"Watch I get roasted in front of these people," Zayn huffed.

"Shh, and just speak up so he can stop shouting at everybody," Nurah encouraged him.

"Fine," Zayn grumbled before he let go of her hand, walking up towards the man to get his attention. "Sir..it was me. I painted that," he says pointing at the artwork.

The man's eyes widened and he started to laugh, which confused everybody. But what confused Zayn even more is when the older man took his face and started to kiss on both of his cheeks, "Ha! What a lovely masterpiece young boy! I love it! I really really love it! Brilliant job!"

"Oh?" Zayn murmured pulling away, and taking a good step back.

"Tell us, who is this woman?" Questioned the older woman.

"Um well," Zayn coughed as he turned towards all the people he was staring at him. He gulped nervously, not really comfortable with all these people waiting for him to speak. But once he landed eyes on Nurah he felt confident and smiled. "The woman who're looking at is my girlfriend. She's my muse, and I painted her."

The man gasped, "She's real?! Oh god. Is she here with you tonight?"

"Yeah, c'mon baby," Zayn smiled even wider, reaching his hand out so that Nurah could come out from the crowd and in front of everybody. They had all gasped once they realized that the woman in the painting wasn't made up. But she was real, and she was gorgeous. "This lovely woman right here is my right hand, my pain in the ass, but my girl. She's means so much to me and I believe that I have fallen head over heels with her."

"God, I love this. Please keep going," sniffed the man who was indeed crying.

"She is my inspiration for this painting. It's a symbol of vulnerability, a state of naturalness, and overall it was a raw portrait. This painting means a lot to me, but she means a lot more," Zayn beamed at Nurah, even getting teary eyed himself.

"Oh Zayn," Nurah softly sobbed before she took ahold of his face and crashed her lips against his for a fiery kiss that had everybody on the edge of crying.

Wrapping his arms around herwaist Zayn pulled her body closer and kissed her back just as passionately. The crowd clapped and cheered as the couple kissed. Everybody in that building knew that they were deeply in love with each other even if it was too early—but they could all see it already.

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