Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Twelve

*Heads up* I was testing a new writing style.

The Brooklyn Museum...

I stood before it in all its grandness. I've only ever been once and that was some school field trip too many years ago to fully remember.

The coolness of the water blowing from the tall sprinklers fanned my heated skin.

As we reached the top of the steps, the architectural work captures my attention. The large columns, the brick work, the many windows lit up like a smaller version of the city. My eyes move so quickly, trying to take up as much the breathtaking scene as possible, I almost missed the lanky brunette standing by the tall glass doors.

"Hello I'm Lisa Small..."

The woman continued introducing herself. I did not pay much attention as she had began to lead us into museum.

Instantly as we stepped over the threshold my eyes went everywhere dragging my mind and focus along for the ride. I do not see the dark-skinned woman waving behind the welcome desk. Lisa's voice is simply a wordless buzzing, drone. I do feel Zayn's hand clutching mine and I do feel his gaze on me. I doubt he's paying attention to Lisa's tour.

Lisa guides us into a room which she calls, "The World of Fashion." We come to a long corridor. The walls are padded in a quilted, champagne color satin. There are many Victorian Styled dresses to left and to the right there are modern gowns.

A gown to the right caught my eye. Soft and pink, with velvety fabric. Mermaid styled with a cone shaped bra.

Then a streak of red to left stole my attention from the pink gown. I looked to the left and see my mother if she had been born a Victorian Era. Vividly, demandingly red. A blend of satin and Chinese silk says, the plaque at the bottom of the the window. A golden underskirt peeks out from beneath the red.

After strolling around the room a bit we move to another room.

She took us to another room: which held two massive wooden sculptures that reminds me much of Minnie and Mickey Mouse.

The structures have to be over twenty feet tall. There are both constructed of wood. Lisa says they are apart of the museum's modern arts collection.

Then we are guided to another section of the modern arts collection: the Red Room.

Next she took us to Zayn's favorite room, the Graffiti room. The tall white walls filled with work from modern street artist. Loud colors and wildly creative drawing, shapes, and patterns captures the essence of city life. One section encouraged visitors to sketch their own graffiti on the walls.

Zayn must have spent at lease twenty minutes sketching an animal that appeared to be a panda. I could tell his delaying the tour irritated Lisa. I didn't mind it. I enjoyed watching his fingers skitter along the wall.

After the tour, Lisa escorted us to the Grand Room where a lone table in the center of the room, just under the massive chandelier, awaits. A pure white cloth with gold and teal stitching covers the table. Two small, white candles border a vase of white peonies. Echoes of Silence by the Weekend plays softly from a hidden speaker.

Zayn pulls out a chair for me flashing him a quick appreciative smile I take the seat and he gently pushes my chair closer to the table before taking his own seat. Two white and gold trimmed menus sit before us. I ordered a wood grilled shrimp and fish dish with a Caesar salad. Zayn ordered the lemon pepper chicken and Cobb salad. Lisa takes our orders along with the menus and bids us goodnight. As she leaves a boy about Zayn's age comes in with a bottle of red wine. I raise my brow, but don't question the wine. I'll assume Zayn pulled a few strings.

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The waiter, Ken, comes to fetch to the dirty dishes. From across the table I catch Zayn staring at me through his incredibly long eyelashes. Athena stirs in side of me at the sight of our mate watching us beneath those beautiful lashes.

The door closes at Ken's back as Zayn rises from his seat. He peers down at me with his head cocked to the side and a grin bigger than a football field and brighter than the City at night. "All the best dates end with a dance, don'tcha think?" He extends his right hand to me.

"Yes. I believe that's true." Returning his grin I slide my hand into his.

I let him guide me a few feet away from the table where he warns me, "I may be the greatest of many things," he paused to send me a wink, "but my dancing needs a hell of a lot of work."

It almost warmed my heart hearing that my Adonis wasn't perfect at everything. "That's alright! I love to dance. I learned when I was young." I continue to smile and force down the memory of standing on my father's shoes as he twirled me about the living room.

He cocks his head again and smiles so hard the corners of his eyes crinkle up. "You're so perfect."

He takes me in to his in his arms and I suppress a moan. He takes two steps back then the one forward I follow his feet before repeating his steps.

I take in his lips forced into a thin line and note the look of pure concentration in his caramel brown eyes.

Everything that he has done for me in the past week touched my heart so deeply I could bawl right here. I lean my head against his chest, and he nearly trips over my feet. A chuckle slides off my lips. "Thank you so much, Zayn. You just make me feel so safe and.. uh secure, and you've given me so much this past week. You make me feel like a proper pampered princess. Honestly I never thought I could ever feel like this. I never thought I'd actually be blessed to have a mate like you. I remember you said there's no need for me to thank you because mates are supposed to make each other feel like this, but I have to thank you. I just... Goddess Zayn thank you so fucking much." I feel the lone tear run down my face then the next following it.

"You are my princess and my princess isn't allowed to cry." I feel the calloused pad of his thumb dry my tears. "You're beautiful did you know that, princess?"

He gently kissed my forehead and pulled me closer to him. He gave up on the steps. We just swayed to Rolling Stones by the Weekend.

"Baby I got you, ooo. Until you're used to my face? And my mystery fades I got you, so baby love me." He sang in my ear before twirling me around.

Then it was was past midnight and he was holding me from behind. He whispered, "Goodnight my beautiful princess" before going silent. When his snores hit the air my demons crept into my mind.

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hey guys!

yep ik it's been forever..this chapter i just idk what happened.. (but pleaaaaase notice this writing style) and is it obvious i've never been to the brooklyn museum? tiffany and zayn are so freaking adorable i swear i just can't.

well i got shît to do so yeah bye

All the love

xx