Mona Lisa | Muse

Zayn walked into his bedroom to see Nurah sleeping peacefully. Her hair was scattered everywhere and so were her limbs that were taking most of the bed. Zayn couldn't help but to smile at the beautiful woman who managed to turn his life upside down in the very best way possible. He walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it. Man, I feel so bad for doing this, thought to himself with a sigh, but he had to do this now or he wouldn't get another opportunity to do this.

"Nurah, wake up," Zayn cooed as he shook her body from side to side. "Baby, wake up—um please?"

She still laid there, silently sleeping as her body rose up and down with every inhale she took.

He rolled his lips the the side, thinking of what could possibly wake her up. Zayn moved her hair out her face and to the side, he kissed her nose and her lips but she still didn't wake up, "C'mon now," he pouted.

After some more thinking he finally stuck his hand in her hair and began to massage her scalp, and she actually started to stir in her sleep.

"Mmh," she hummed, eyes still closed but she was waking up. "That feels so..so nice."

"It's great to know that we both can be waken up the same way," Zayn chuckles, continuing to rub her scalp. "I guess we're meant to be together babe."

"Yeah, we better be," she murmurs, finally opening her eyes to look at the man that she had the most unreal feelings for. This man right here, she knew that he was worth it and she only wished that she could have seen it sooner.

"Sorry to wake you up at the ass crack of dawn. I know you're tired because I did put that work in last night," he grinned cockily. "So expect you to be worn out."

"First of all, I'm surprised that you're even alive because I did suck the soul out of you last night," she remarked slapping his cheek playfully. "So try again baby."

"You're gonna be a fuckin' handful Nurah," Zayn rolled his eyes.

"Thanks," she sat up, covering her chest with the sheets. "But seriously, why did you wake me up so early?"

"I just thought that this would be a good time for me to do some sketches of you," he proposed.

"Why now?" She asks tilting her head to the side, curls following her movement.

"The sun is coming up, and I just want you to be in a position where I can get you at the right angle," he tells her as he swiped underneath her chin.

"Okay cool but..what do I wear?" She wonders sitting up against the headboard that squeaked when she leaned back on it.

"Um..how about nothing?" He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

Nurah's eyes widened. "Zayn are you fuckin' in—,"

"I-I'm saying like you don't have to wear any clothes!" He clarified, trying to calm her down from becoming panicked, but it that made it worse because it had came out wrong. "You can just wrap yourself in my bed sheet and that's it babe."

"You had me scared for a second," she breathed out touching her pounding heart.

"Sorry," he murmurs kissing her nose gently.

"What about my hair? It's so messed up," she pouted moving her hair out of her face, but it only flopped back down in front of her eyes.

"You can put it in that cute bun that you always do," he smiled sheepishly.

Nurah sighed deeply, giving him a serious look, "I'm trusting you Zayn, please don't make me look like a fool."

"That should be the least of your worries baby. I promise that you won't regret this," Zayn leaned forward to give her an assuring kiss on the lips before he pulled away. "Now c'mon and follow me."

Pulling his bed sheet off she wrapped it around her naked body and followed him upstairs. They held hands like a pair of cornballs that they are. He said that she looked like a princess which only made her smile at his adorableness.

There was a tub in the middle of his art studio area, and it made her wonder what he was up too. And she noticed that he was right, the sun was coming up.

"Okay, you can get in this. It has pillows so you can be comfortable," he tells her as he helped her in.

"This is cosy," she giggles feeling snuggled up in it.

While she got herself situated, he handed her a hair-tie on his wrist so she could put her hair in a bun. He grabbed a chair and his sketch journal with him, bringing it over so he was near her. When he looked at Nurah he saw that the bed sheets had dropped a little lower than it was before, showing her chest that was decorated with lovebites he had gave to her last night. Her hair was now in that cute bun with some curls poking out, but it was adorable to him. Nurah's pretty face was on full display, all in her naturalness that he adored so much about her.

"God Zayn, stop staring at me," she groaned covering her heated face with her hands.

"You're so pretty though," he coos as he took a seat in his chair. "Okay so look. I'm gonna do a little audio interview on my phone, and I'm just gonna ask you some simple questions. All you have to do is answer them truthfully and just be yourself."

"Groovy," she complied with a nod.

Zayn snorted, "Did you just say 'groovy' Nurah?"

"Yeah, so what?" She says making a face at him.

"Lemme just start this thing," he chuckled before he push start on his audio recording, he gave her a nice smile. "So, how are you Nurah?"

"I'm doing just fine, and you?" She politely asked.

"Great," he responded. "So how do you feel about being my muse?"

She blushed, giggling slightly, "I feel very honored to be your muse. I was a bit hesitant about it, but I feel like it would be great for the both of us, ya know? Like, we can feel connected in a way that I have never even imagined. So in shorter terms; I'm very excited."

"I'm very excited too. What do you think about art? Like in general?" Zayn had asked her, starting to sketch out the shape of her head and structure of her jaw.

"I think art is a beautiful thing that the world possesses, in my opinion, I don't think it can be destroyed. Art comes in so many forms that I couldn't even tell you all of them because it's in everything we know. I believe that art is something very special, it connects people, and it goes back way before even humanity started to do something with it," she asserted in smartly.

"You're so deep. I like you a lot," Zayn hummed blissfully as he practically drooled over her—he was so whipped.

"I like you too," she says back puckering up her lips and smiling at him.

After she had said that he ended the audio recording and turned his phone off. He crossed his leg over the other and got himself situated to finish up the details of her face. Zayn's eyebrows pinched together as he focused on the drawing. He looked up at her, taking a little mental photo for the moment, and then getting back to drawing until he had to look back up at her again.

"When does this project have to be done again?" Nurah had asked him, breaking the silence.

"The grand opening is at the end of next month, so like around New Year's Eve he told me. It has to be shipped, examined, framed, and put up. Luckily for me, I get to have my own golden name tag by it which is such a big thing for me," he grinned.

"I'm so proud of you baby," Nurah gushed, looking at him with so much gleam in her eyes. "I can tell how much this really means to you—well I know how art is important to you anyways. But you have real talent and I just wanna see you shine Zayn, that's all."

"Thank you. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me," he beamed.

This right here was the most significant thing that has ever happened to them. It was special in many ways that was only beneficial to their blooming relationship.

For Zayn, it was a big deal to him because being able to sketch Nurah meant that he had gained her trust. Even after all the ups and downs they have both been through it meant something very important to him. It was an eye opener for him because not only did he admire art, but he also admired this woman he was sketching. This was something huge because he would have never imagined this day to come, even after all the things he has been through with girls who weren't good for him. But he was here now and he was going to make the best out of it.

As for Nurah, to be Zayn's muse meant that he was able to break her walls that she has spent months and even years building up after heartbreak after heartbreak. She never thought about falling for someone when she moved here to Florence. Love was the last thing on her mind, but that was until Zayn came around. Nurah was so afraid that this man would come in her life just to hurt her like the others did. His plans weren't to hurt her, but to get to see what's underneath her surface. And now she has let this human being into her heart and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it now.

When it comes to the both of them, or even life in general, it shows that this is all humanism. Even some folks believe that art is tied to humanity, in which it is very likely in many cases. Some people will come across an obstacle thinking that they might not get pass it. Others might use it as a challenge and try to figure out how to get through. All of it is based on how life goes. It's a never ending cycle because us humans will fall, but we will eventually get back on our feet because that is the beauty in it all.

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no cap but this is pretty litty y'all .

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- BookOfBandz