Punk Zayn Series

"The First 'I love you'"

Sophie immediately by his side. "I was thinking about going to the National Gallery," you admit, walking over and sitting down on his lap.
"Why would you want to go there? There's so many tourists in the Square."
"I thought it would be really fun though."
"You thought going to Trafalgar Square in the middle of the summer would be really fun?" He asks of you honestly. You nod at him and he sighs. "Fine." You squirm in excitement and leave a kiss on his lips. "Well go get dressed," he says acknowledging that you were still in your pajama pants and tank top. "Right!" You head up the steps to change and emerge presentable for a day of acting like a tourist. "See you later Soph," he tells the dog, still not having moved from her place on the couch. "I guess we're walking?" Zayn questions as you walk passed your car. "Correct." He smiles and holds his hand out for you to take.
"So why the National Gallery? Haven't you been there at least fifteen times?"
"I have yeah. But we haven't been there together and you being the big shot artist with your artwork in millionaire's mansions and all I felt like you could give me a different experience." He can't help but laugh at your explanation as you continue walking into the city. Once in the Square you have to swerve in and out of the congestion. "And this is where you want to go?" He questions again, looking up at the large columned building. "Uh huh." The two of you walk over to the stairs and make your way up to the entrance. "Welcome Mr. Malik," a man greets as he opens the door. "Uh, thank you." He looks over at you confused as to how a museum curator knew his name. You shrug off his look and the two of you walk in. "Right this way sir," the man directs. "Follow him," you insist. The man leads you through the strangely empty corridor to a large room up ahead. Zayn stops in his place as he comes upon the open room in the middle of the gallery. Covering the walls of the main room were all of his sketches and paintings. "What is this?" He remarks, slowly stepping into the room, looking around unsure of how his work had ended up in one of the most prestigious art galleries in the world. He looks over at the curator but all he does is smile and nod in your direction. "You did this?" He questions softly, still in awe. You nodded slightly and he smiles.
"How?"
"Well I called and told them about your work and how you show it all over the UK in small town galleries. I asked if it were possible to clear a room out for just a few hours or so to have a showcase for you." He stood in silence with a smile not believing what you were telling him. "I emailed them some of your work while on the phone and they loved it and said they would love to have you come and do a showcase. They said they would clear out the gallery and invite the board and other big-name artists to come by and see your work." He shakes his head slowly after you finish explaining what you had done for him. "Why did you do all of this?" You pause, thinking about how to word your answer without being too forward but in the end it just came out. "I love you." You stand completely vulnerable to his awaiting response. He bites his bottom lip as a bright smile forms on his face. "I love you too." He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you from the ground in excitement.