The Artist z.m. (no longer writing)

4.

marina's POV 

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I look at him from the side and he continues to stare at me.

I can literally feel his eyes burning a hole in my head.

I put down my tattoo gun and sigh as he turns his head the other direction.

"Not be rude but, I would appreciate if you would stop staring at me. It kinda makes me uncomfortable." I say as politely as I can

He looks at me again

" Oh yeah, right, sorry." he stutters.

I smile slightly and thank him.

" Alright I'm almost about done, so I'll finish up" I say.

I grab the gun and start coloring in the lines carefully.

I concentrate until I've completed the whole tattoo 30 minutes later

"Your set." I say

He stands up off the chair and walks to the wall mirror looking at his very colorful artwork smiling.

" It's fantastic. You may be better than Johnny." he says.

I smile a big toothy smile very proud of myself.

"OK, well I'll let him know your done. Thank you so much for business. Have a nice day!"

"No problem. And you too." he says walking to the door.

zayn's POV

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I've got to ask her for her number or something. I can't just leave a beautiful girl here without it. Or maybe ask for a date.

No. That's stupid she just met me and told me stop staring at her.

How could I be that rude. I'm such a screw up.

I don't think she'll say yes. Maybe she will?

I just hope she says yes.

If not I'll probably have an anger attack.

Just say yes.

You know what?

I'm gonna be a man and ask her.

marina's POV

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As he's about to exit the door, he turns around and sighs looking at his shoes.

"I'm sorry I never got your name?" he asks.

"Oh. It's Marina Evers." I stick my hand out and he shakes it.

"As you probably already know, I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik." he nods.

"Yup." I say.

We stand there for about 10 seconds in awkward silence, until he asks...

"Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?"

OK. I was not expecting that .

Wait. What am I supposed to do. I mean he's in the world's biggest band.

And he's really good looking and he's like 21 and I'm.....28.

No way am I going to say yes, he's too young for me!

My conscious is telling me to say yes.

Ugh I don't know maybe he's a really good guy.

Fine I'll say yes.

I've been standing here fighting with my conscious for like a minute.

"Actually, I'd very much like that." I say confidently.

"Really?" he asks very surprised.

" Yes, really. Here I'll give you my number and text me for when I should be ready."

We exchange numbers, he hugs and thanks me and walks out the door while teenage girls run after him crying attempting to catch up to Zayn, but fail because of his bodyguards blocking him.

I laugh and walk back to the front desk grabbing a magazine and start reading the gossip.

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