Zayn Malik.
A frustrated artist.
He used to be one of the most famous artist around. Everyone knew who he was, I mean who he used to be. His artworks were phenomenal and every time he would sell it, it would be easily sold. Everybody loved his works.
He loved every bit of his job until he lost her.
He blames himself every day, wishing he could have prevented it.
The day he lost her was the day he stopped making art.
There was no reason for him to continue doing so. No inspiration.
Until he starts dreaming about a girl he doesn't even know.
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AN: This story was published years ago and was called "The Portrait." But like I said it was made years ago so it's old and I didn't write so well back then but people started reading it and loved it and commented that I should remake it and elaborate it so here it is, I hope you enjoy. xx
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