i refuse to sink.

sequel chapter one

4 Years Later. Morgan is 23

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I walked out of the café and pulled my purse up my arm. Tea in one hand, portfolio in the other I headed to my studio.

"Good Morning Maisy." I smiled at my assistant.

"Good Morning, I set up the arrangement for you, so have a look and switch things around." She said. I thanked her and walked to my studio to set my stuff down. I walked out to the gallery and inspected the paintings.

I stopped in one particular and sighed. I smiled at the memory, but the gut wrenching feeling made me move on.

Today was my first art show. I spent the past two years painting at home, I just recently opened a studio and became more serious. I have had little shows, but this was big. I was nervous, but I knew my artwork would get sold.

I walked back out to Maisy, "It looks lovely, although I'm not quite sure if I would like to sell 'Love At Dawn'." I sighed sitting down on the chair next to her.

"I put it out in case you were ready, you can always put it at the front as a display." Maisy suggested.

I nodded my head, "I guess that is what I will have to do then."

"We have three hours until the show, go home and get ready. I will tidy up." Maisy smiled at me.

"Thank you. I will be back in an hour or so." I said. I grabbed my purse and Lemonade from my desk and headed out in the busy streets of New York City.

Zayn POV

"Zayn, can we go sightseeing?" My wife asked me. I looked up from my phone and nodded.

"Yeah, right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, right now." Tori replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Smart ass." I muttered and slipped on my shoes.

"Don't test a pregnant women." She threatened. I rolled my eyes and gave her a kiss on her pouted lips. She smiled and intertwined our fingers and headed for the door.

"I love New York City." I said looking at all the busy cars, and tall buildings.

"So did Morgan." Tori whispered. I squeezed her hand and we headed down the busy sidewalk.

We stopped in a few stores, but Tori complained because she wouldn't be able to fit into anything. Pregnant women and their mood swings.

"Wait." Tori said suddenly. She stopped making me stumble backwards.

"What?" I laughed. I looked up, we were in front of, what seemed like an art studio.

"Look." She said and pointed to a flyer. I grabbed the flyer and read it carefully.

"You want to go to the art show today?" I questioned her.

"Look at the name." She said. I looked at the painters name.

"Morgan Kennedy-Bridgestone." I said. I gasped when I realized what she meant. I looked down at Tori.

"You don't think." She trailed off.

"Let's find out." I said. I opened the door, making the bell on the door sound.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A lady at the front asked.

"Erm, yeah I was wondering if the painter was here?" I asked.

"Oh, she just went home to get ready for her show. I'm sure she will be back any minute now." The lady smiled at us.

"Oh, okay thanks. Is the show for anyone?" I asked,

"Yes, here is a flyer." She said handing me the same flyer I read outside. "We hope to see you there."

"Yeah, thanks." I said. Tori and I walked outside the store.

"I've talked to her you know?" Tori whispered looking down at her feet.

"What!?" I said shocked.

"Rita kept in contact with her." Tori said quietly.

"Was she at her funeral?" I asked.

"No," Tori sighed and shook her head "but she was there when Rita passed. I think she knew we would be there."

"When was the last time you talked to her?" I asked.

She thought about it for a few seconds before answering, "Like eight months ago.

"She never told me where she was, only that she was safe." Tori said.

"That's good. " I responded, not really knowing what to say.

"Don't tell Harry." Tori pleaded.

"Babe, I won't. Trust me, I won't do that." I said seriously.

"Okay, those girls are staring, so go get a picture." Tori laughed and nodded behind me. I turned around, and sure enough about five girls were smiling and giggling.

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Morgan POV

"Calm down, everything will be fine." Maisy said as I paced me studio back in forth.

"What if none of my paintings get sold? That would be so embarrassing." I panicked.

"A cute couple came in just a few minutes ago, they seemed interested. So don't worry about that." Maisy comforted me.

"I don't want to be a failure." I dramatically cried.

"Morgan, my brother would be so proud of you, okay? So stop panicking, you came so far. Everyone is proud of you." Maisy said.

"I know he would." I whispered. Maisy gave me a hug and let me have some time on my own.

Ten minutes to my show, I walked out to my gallery. I smiled at the progress.

"You ready?" Maisy asked. I turned around to meet her eyes. I took and deep breath and nodded.

"I'm ready."

Little did I know, I was no where near ready.

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i know its been a while.. so this is the first chapter of the sequelll! how do you guys like it? it's not much but there's gonna be alot of suprises, hope you guys enjoy the story :')