One Direction Imagines

Artist (Zayn)

"Zaaaaaaaayn!!" I shouted, my plaster covered leg propped up on about four pillows on the coffee table in front of me.

"Yeah babe?" He asked peeking his head into the living room where I sat.

"I want to get up! I'm sick of just sitting here," I groaned. He chuckled and took a seat next to me.

"Tessie you broke your leg, you can't just walk around, I know you want to but the doctor said to rest. So, you're going to rest." He said putting his arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head into his neck and whined, "but Zayn I want to get up!"

"Nope!"

I groaned again. "Fine, what can I do then??"

"You can sit here."

"Just sit here?" I asked flatly.

"What if I have a surprise for you? Will you sit here then?"

"Whatever, it better be good though." I mumble, leaning my head back on the springy couch. He disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with a set of different colored sharpie markers. I wrinkled my brow, "Umm baby? What are you doing?"

"This!" He said excitedly and pulled a chair in front of my broken leg. He uncapped a black marker and began to sketch something on the clean white cast. I cocked my head to the side and leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was doodling.

"What's that?" I asked, not quite being able to see the entire thing.

"Don't worry about it yet baby, just sit back and relax and let me finish. I'll show you when I'm completely done yeah?"

"Yeah," I muttered. I hated being handicapped, but I did as Zayn asked.

I tried to relax as he asked I had never been one for sitting still, the sharpie made small scratching noises as he ran it across the cast in his intricate yet simple designs.

Finally, after about half an hour of making small talk while he drew he asked me to adjust so I could lay my leg on the couch next to me. I obliged and he helped lift me up and move my leg. He propped it up on the pillows and he smiled as he saw the look of awe on my face as I finally was allowed to see the drawings.

A doodle of Zayn and I kissing sat in the middle, surrounded by smaller sketches of little things like song lyrics and a GET WELL BABY. Hearts and a drawing of me smiling, little random things and flowers in all the colors of the rainbow covered the once plain plaster.

"This looks amazing!" I said, patting the small space beside my waist on the cushion beside me. I gave him a few small kisses on the lips and he grinned at me.

"I take it you like it?"

"I love it, my little artist."