HEY BITCHES... AGAIN
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Niall point of view
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The smell of coffee and pastry filled my nostrils and I inhaled it, loving the smell.
"Hey, Ni," Zayn said. We were meeting up because he was my literal life long friend and because he was an amazing artist and I needed him to paint something for me.
"Hey, Zayners," I smiled and opened my arms to give him a hug but instead of giving me a friendly/bro hug, he gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
It's not like a hated it or anything.
You could say that I had a very small, tiny, ant-like crush on him. Who wouldn't?
"So, why'd you want to meet up?" Zayn asks, pulling out my chair like a gentleman then taking a seat in his.
"Why must you think I want something from you? Why can't I have some coffee with my buddy ol' pal, Zaynie?" I acted offended, putting a hand on my chest.
He gave me a skeptical look, smirking a bit.
"Okay, okay, you got me!" I laughed.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to do a job for me?" I asked in a very small and fragile voice, he couldn't resist that.
"What this time?" He groaned, sitting back in his chair.
"Surprise me, but of course, I'll have to give you some instructions on the mural but other than that, it's up to you."
He nodded, then looking at me as if to say 'tell me then'.
"Well, as you know, I am a underwear photographer so I need you to paint something that will go with the black and white color wheel." I sounded so mature, sophisticated even but I felt like giggling.
"Who's the model?" He asked, looking very serious. I blushed a bit, instantly remembering the little heated session me and Harry had.
"Niall, who's the model?" He asked again, a little more demanding.
"Harry Styles," I squeaked. He absolutely hates Harry, always has. He has met him before. Zayn has actually made a few paintings for Harry and when they went to discuss what to paint and how much money, there was always guys/girls in the room half naked. Also, Harry is a bit of a give-me-what-I-want-no-exceptions kind of guy and Zayn automatically hates those kind of people.
How convenient is that?
Zayn sighed, rubbing his temples, "You owe me Niall."
"I know, Zaynie," I smiled, getting up and giving a quick peck on the cheek. I grab my coat and say, "Come by my office tomorrow."
He hasn't gotten up but has a cute grin on his face so I go over and kiss his cheek one more time for yelling out the door, "I love you, Zayn!"
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Fiksi Penggemar"Perfect. Keep that pose," Niall says, snapping another picture of the gorgeous boy in front of his camera. He's trying not to have the blood rush to his face while looking at the half naked model. Okay, come here and look at these pictures," Nial...
