Mona Lisa | Sway

It was the very next day and the two lovebirds were at Zayn's place. Of course they were cuddled on the couch together as she watched him sketch out pictures in his journal. It was silent, but it was really peaceful. She would casually kiss his cheek just to show him affection here and there, and he really liked that a lot. At times he would feel her staring at him than the drawings, and he would look at her and catch her which resulted for her to blush sheepishly. He would then continue drawing and she would continue showing him love. And god, it felt so right.

She was very fascinated how easily he drew images in his journal. Her eyes didn't know what to pay attention to exactly. Either it was the drawings on the paper or focusing on how big his hands were and how long his fingers appeared to be. Not only was his talent fascinating, but he was fascinating. Yes, he was an artist but he was art himself. She wonders if he knows how fucking good looking he actually is. He might act cocky at times, but she is curious to know if he knew how sexy he really is. There was something about him that she couldn't really explain. It was a good thing, but she didn't know how to describe it.

"How do you do that?" Nurah suddenly asked with an small whine.

He stopped what he was doing and gave her a curious look, "Do what?"

"Draw so perfectly," she stressed out.

"Um..I just do it?" He replies sarcastically with his eyes squinting at her.

"Okay, don't be smart," she snaps, of course not really meaning to be hurtful with it.

"M'not," he chuckled and continued to draw.

"Like..how do you just come up with images so quickly?" She ponders.

"It's whatever comes to mind baby. If I think about a sunset then I draw it. If I think about someone's eyes then I draw it," he says then nudging her side a little bit and showing her what he had actually drew.

It was a sketch of her eyes. Not just only her eyes but he went in detail with the pencil to add emphasizes to her eyelashes as well as her eyebrows too. He loved her eyes because they were so pretty and cute to him, especially when she laughed or smiled. And all this time he was doodling her eye area without her knowing until now.

"Oh shit, those are my eyes," she mumbles, astonished.

"Took you forever to realize," he mumbles rolling his eyes before he turned the page.

"Wow, you're rude," she scoffs but still snuggling closer to him.

"Yeah, I know, sorry," he hums.

"I don't know if I wanna punch you or kiss you," he grumbles underneath her breath. "But on my life, I'm close to punching you."

"I think you should kiss me instead," Zayn looked at her and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, and that's all it took for her to fall for him.

"Okay," she hums before kissing him tenderly, stroking his cheek with her thumb before she pulled away with gleaming eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of doing that," she stated which soon made them both laugh.

A comfortable silence fell over them once more as Zayn started to sketch something else. It was an image of a dove and it was coming together really well until he gave up on it.

"Fuck," he grunts before he ripped the paper out, balling it up and tossing it to the floor.

"Zayn, no, why did you rip it out? That picture was cool," Nurah whines.

"It was lame," he stated blandly.

"No it wasn't, I liked it," she pouts.

"I didn't," he remarks.

"Fine," she sighs and just giving up on it.

Once again, he tried drawing something else. This time it was a flower that was rising from the ground so elegantly. It was actually a rose, and she loved roses so much. Nurah watched his every move and almost counted how many times he flicked his wrist—which she soon lost count the moment he did scribbled on the paper harshly and ripped the paper out.

"Zayn!" She shrieked.

"What? It wasn't turning out good," he shrugs balling that paper up and throwing on the floor as well.

"You could have at least went with it," she argues.

"It would have been useless if it wasn't going anywhere in the the first place anyway," he bickers back before he ran his hand through his hair.

"Zayn," she groaned tugging on his arm, trying to get his attention but he wasn't giving in.

"Don't say ma' name like that," Zayn murmurs.

She took it upon herself to take his sketch journal away from him to get his attention. He groaned like a child and tried to reach for it but she held it back from him.

"Can you give it back?" He was now the one whining.

"No, not until you tell me what's wrong," she prompted with a calm look on her face.

"There's nothing wrong with me," he tried to say, but that was a lie.

"Yes there is. You're frustrated," she pointed out.

"Am not," he defends, voice getting a bit higher than usual and he wanted to slap himself in the face because he just gave himself away.

"Are too," she hums teasingly.

"Okay maybe a little," he finally confessed.

"See? It wasn't that hard to tell me what was wrong," she cooed as she handed him his journal back.

"Look," he said to her with a tired sigh. "I'm just a bit overwhelmed with this new project coming up and I feel like a completely failure but..I don't think I have inspiration anymore to do this."

She frowned, "Aw baby, don't say that. I know you got something in you."

"I did..but I don't know if it's worth following through," he shrugs looking down at his lap.

"Mind telling me what it was?" She asks taking his hand in hers. "It'll make you feel better."

"I don't think you would like to know," he says nervously, beginning to scratch the back of his head.

She knew that he was hiding something, "What are you gettin' at?"

He shook his head, "Look, just forget it, okay? I'm just trying to—,"

"Don't even try to brush this off," she warned him.

"It's fine," she shrugs once more.

"It's not. So tell me," she pressed.

He bit his bottom lip, trying to stalk, "Again..I don't think you really want to know what I—,"

"For fuck sake's spill it out Malik!" Nurah demanded.

"I wanna paint you," he admitted, rushing it out.

Nurah's eyes widened. For a second she thought she died..like literally.

Zayn sighed, knowing that this was one of the main possibilities that would have happened when he told her about his future plans, "I was afraid that you wouldn't let me do it..you were my first inspiration the moment you said that it'll come to me. And it did, and it's you."

"Z-Zayn..I..I don't um..are you serious?" She asked him again for clarification that she wasn't hearing anything else.

"Yeah," he responds in a quiet tone.

"I don't even know what to say," she told him truthfully before sighing.

"You can say yes, maybe?" He asked with a hopeful tone and a soft sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm not good enough to be painted and put in a museum, like really, I'm not," she whispers fiddling with her fingers. "Just look at me I'm—,"

"Beautiful, gorgeous, angelic, alluring, lovely, appealing, ravishing, stunning, exquisite, beauteous, and you are so fuckin' worth to paint," he whispers as he looked deeply into her eyes, cupping her face in his hands as he pleaded. "Please be my muse Nurah."

"I'm not sure about this Zayn," she says shakily.

"Will you tell me that you'll at least think about it?" He asks her.

"Fine," she sighs defeatedly, but gave him a soft smile. "I'll think about it."

He also smiled and attacked her face with kisses as she giggled uncontrollably, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

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fourth update of the day ? wow i'm really that bitch lmaaaaaoooo .

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