I walked up to Y/N as she ordered her drink and tapped her on her shoulder.
She smiled, "Well if it isn't Zayn Malik, proud new owner of one of my best works."
I watched as she turned around paying for a muffin and...it smells like French vanilla coffee. I followed her to an empty table.
We talked a little bit, I hadn't gotten her phone number like I had hoped though. I was to nervous to ask. But then she said, "I would love to see it one last time."
I looked up, "Huh?"
"The painting, one more time before I fully part ways with it."
I hadn't thought anything of it at the time. So I just replied with a yes.
As we walked up the steps to my flat and I opened the door she followed me in trying not to look too surprised. When you're famous one the perks is living in style. I walked inside farther, Y/N close behind me and showed her where I put the painting in the hallway.
"It's right here because I have to pass by it everyday."
Y/N nodded. She was wearing the lipstick again.
I watched as her eyes scanned over it a few times.
"Do you wanna maybe hang?" I suggested.
Y/N shook her head, "I really have to get going." I felt this wave of disappointment crash over me.
"Oh, okay."
I don't know why I didn't think to get her phone number but something else did pop into my brain.
"Before you leave check this out, I lifted my shirt and turned around. Y/N lifted my shirt the rest of the way and on my mid back I had gotten her painting tattooed on me.
"This is insane," she breathed. "I inspired the Zayn Malik to get his latest tattoo." Y/N laughed. I felt her touch burn my skin as her knuckles dragged along my back pulling my shirt back down.
She pulled her phone from her back pocket and cursed, "Shit, I really need to get going."
I followed her quick strides to the door as she reached for the handle. "Wait." I said.
"Hmm?" Y/N turned around.
I pressed my lips to her lipstick stained ones. I heard her gasp into my mouth but soon kissed me back. Her hands went up to my shoulders and she dug her nails into them making me smirk. I pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I just had to." I replied out of breath.
Y/N looked at me her eyes burning into mine, lust, desire, mostly surprise is what her eyes said to me.
"Don't be." She spoke quietly.
"You're going to be late for something?" I asked, still craving more air, I grabbed her face and pressed our foreheads together closing my eyes as I listen to her answer,
