Mona Lisa | Unsteady

Nurah's nose was all up in her phone as she walked down the sidewalk. Being certain that she was headed in the right direction, because she really didn't have time to get lost right now. Zayn had sent his address to her and asked if she wanted help getting to his place but she kindly declined. She just wanted to be independent and he understood that. Nurah had to get used to living in this foreign country and she knew that it was going to take some time. Luckily, she did made it there without any trouble.

"Looks like somebody is getting their way around," Zayn smirked opening his front door to her.

"Yeah whatever, just be glad that I agreed to this Aladdin," she snorted walking in his apartment, purposely flipping her hair in his face which made him mumble something underneath his breath.

"Aladdin really?" Zayn questioned closing and locking his front door. Then turning around with an adorable pout on his face. "Is it because of my hair?"

"Yes, and the fact that you're really cute," Nurah grinned.

"Thank you," Zayn blushed feeling tingly in the inside. "Y-You um..you can get comfortable if ya want."

Nurah nodded. She took off her shoes by the door and followed Zayn upstairs. It was very hard not to stare at every single painting he had hung up on the walls. There were very beautiful an unique.

"And this is where all the magic happens," Zayn smiled showing her the second floor of his apartment that was nothing but aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

"This is so nice, oh my god," Nurah was stunned, she barely could even say anything else. There were some drafts leaning against the walls, there were all types of paint brushes that were sorted out by their size, a collection of paint were organized neatly on a shelf, and there were a lot of newspapers that were scattered on the floor. It was literally like an art studio up here.

He sighed happily, "I spend most of my time here pretty much you can say. The view is nice which is like a bonus and um—wait..am I talking too much?"

"No, you're just fine," she assured him, nudging his side encouragingly. "Go on, keep talking."

And for the second time already he began blushing, clearing his throat so he could keep his composure, "I-I like being up here, ya know? Have my own space and time to myself when things get a little too out of hand. At first I was just gonna put random shit up here but then changed my mind and decided that it'll be my cool little workspace. It's like my safe haven and um..yeah."

"This place is super cool. I would come up here every single day if I had one of these. But the thing is..I can't paint for shit," Nurah pouted slouching a little bit.

"I'll teach you," Zayn offered nicely.

Her eyes lit up, "Promise?"

"I promise," he nodded.

"Pinky promise it then," she held her pinkie up, being completely serious.

"Fine," Zayn wrapped his pinkie around hers, securing the promise. "Better?"

"Much better," she clasped her hands excitedly.

She's so damn cute, he thought to himself in aw.

"So I was working on this next project for this client and this is what it looks like so far," Zayn motioned over to the back and pointed at the painting that was leaning against the wall.

"It's just blue," she stated.

"Nah, it's an ombré of blues that are blended in together so that it has this light-to-dark effect, ya dig?" He tried to explain.

Nurah gave him a blank look, "Stop stealing my words."

Zayn chuckled shaking his head, "So while I finish this I'll teach you some Italian since I am a master of multitasking."

"Whatever you say Aladdin," she hums shrugging her shoulders. "Just know that I know a little something because I looked some things up before I got here."

"Cheater," Zayn laughs.

They both sat on the floor, criss-cross style. Zayn moved what he needed towards him so he wouldn't struggle reaching over for things. Nurah just patiently waited for him to get himself together. Sitting quietly and secretly admiring the veins on his arms that was just slightly turning her on. Blinking away and biting her lip she shifted around to get a little bit more comfortable. They sat in peaceful silence as he dipped a brush in the bright yellow paint, stroking the brush against it so delicately and not too hard. It seemed so simple to Nurah, but she didn't have good patience with things like that.

"Now, the first thing we are gonna be dealing with is the greetings in Italian. To say hello it's salve and it's pronounced 'sal-vay'," Zayn told her.

"Salve?" She repeated. "Did I say it right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, but say it so it doesn't come out like a question."

"Okay um..salve," she said in a more light tone.

"Great, now say salve, come va," he instructed.

"Salve, come va," Nurah says, then growing excited because it sounded good to her. "Ooh! I did it! Now what does that mean?"

"It's means 'how are you?'," he briefly explained.

"Cool, now how do I introduce myself to someone?" She asks.

"It's mi chiamo then your name. So if someone asks for your name then say that," he says.

"Mi chiamo Nurah. Aw shit, I'm getting good at this," she grinned clapping her hands again.

"Okay, this is a hard one," Zayn chuckled facing her. "Say 'bella giornata oggi, vero'."

Her face went totally blank. Blinking slowly she held up a finger, "Hold up wayment. Can you repeat that again?"

"Bella..giornata..oggi..vero," Zayn was sure to say the words slowly for her to repeat it.

"Bella g-giornata oggi, vero," she repeated.

"Okay, I see you learnin' the lingo," Zayn nodded with an impressive look.

"Oh hush. Now, let's do some roleplay," she says slapping his arm playfully.

"Cool," he placed his paintbrush to the side and gave her his attention.

"So we're strangers and you bump into me, okay?" Nurah said to him.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Zayn asked with a teasing smile.

"Haha, very funny," she rolled her eyes. "How about we don't bump into each other?"

"Someone is sassy," Zayn snickered.

"Oh shut up and just do it," she groans.

"Like nike," he added.

"Zayn," she whined getting a bit frustrated at him.

"Okay, I'm done," he chuckles putting on a straight face. "Let's do this."

Nurah starts whistling while pretending to move her arms frantically like she was walking.

And Zayn couldn't take her seriously, "Who the fuck whistles?"

"Zayn!" Nurah shouted slapping his arm but less playful this time. "Work with me here!"

"Okay forreal now. I'm done," Zayn laughed with his face hurting from laughing too much.

She rolled her eyes at him again before put a smile on her face, "Salve, come va?"

"Bene e tu?" He replied.

"Bene," she said back.

"Come ti chiami?" Zayn had asked her for her name.

"Um—," she thought about it for a cool minute before answered. "Mi chiamo Nurah, piacere."

"I didn't even get to say my name yet and you already cut me off. Wow, rude," Zayn scoffed shifting his body so he could finish painting.

She kissed her teeth, "You just killed the vibe."

"They call me Vibe Killer Zen," he hums stroking the brush against the painting.

"You're a mess," she murmurs putting her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Yeah, I know," he snorted sarcastically.

"Boys," she murmured underneath her breath while she rolled her eyes again.

"What was that?" He asks with a smug smirk on his face as he turned his head to look at her.

"I didn't say anything," she chirped pretending to look at her nails.

"Don't lie. You were talkin' shit underneath your breath and I heard you," he stated.

"What are you gonna do about it?" She teased biting her bottom lip.

Zayn raised an eyebrow at her, "Don't tempt me babydoll."

"Don't say that because I act on impulse," she smirks.

"You're a mess," he laughs shaking his head and looking back at the project.

"Here you go again stealing my words," she sighed dramatically.

"What? You're kinda growing on me," Zayn told her with a loopy smile, even blushing a bit.

"Is that a good thing?" She asks smiling just as hard as he was.

"Mh..maybe," Zayn licked his lips slowly, leaning a bit closer. "You excite me Nurah."

She raised a brow at him this time, "I do now?"

"Yup," he bit his bottom lip before releasing it, then leaning closer to kiss her cheek over and over again.

"Well..if I excite you so much maybe I'll let you take me out again," her eyes fluttered close as his lips trailed down to her neck, it felt so nice.

"Oh word?" He asked nibbling on her skin a little bit. Even though he was getting her worked up, he was getting his own self worked up too.

"Here you ago again," Nurah mumbles.

Zayn chuckled deeply, lips brushing against underneath her jaw, taking her sweet scent in before he made it up to her ear, "I would love to take you out baby. You know..just you and I?"

"You're funny, don't get too carried away now Aladdin," Nurah laughs opening her eyes and putting a hand on his chest to push him away a little bit.

"C'mon now Nurah, don't do me like this," he groaned coming back to her and attaching his lips onto her skin, kissing it and sucking on it. "Don't push me away."

"Zayn," she gulped when she felt his hand on her knee. Getting a little freaked out because old memories of her ugly past made their way into her mind. She had to stop this now before things could escalate. "N-No..no Zayn. W-we can't do this."

"Just let me show you what I can offer," Zayn whispered seductively as his hand moved up her knee and up to her thigh.

"Zayn, I said no!" Nurah finally got the strength to push him away from her. Breathing heavily and shaking as she scooted back.

It was silent after that. Their eyes wide with both fear and hurt. Without another second Nurah got up to her feet and quickly raced downstairs to get out of here.

"Nurah wait!" Zayn got up and followed after her. But once he heard his front door slam he knew it was already too late.

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