Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter 25 Tension

Rosalie's Pov

Again I woke up wrapped up in Zayn's arms.He looked so peaceful.Even when his hair is down and not combed he still looks sexy.I ran my fingers through his hair. It was so soft.

"Mmm Rose." I heard him speak. I thought he woke up but he didn't.He was still soundly asleep dreaming about me. I smiled at this gorgeous image that was in front of me. Last nights events and this just completed my life.I finally got the reason why I was put in Foster care. My parents did want me. Even after nineteen years they still loved me.They didn't give up on me.They didn't stop looking for me. That reminds me how did they exactly find me? I guess I'll have to wait to find out on New Years.

I quietly tipped toed to the loo. I didn't want to wake Zayn. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, there was something different about me. I wasn't sure what it was. I stared intently into my own eyes. It seemed like a fire was lit.

I went about with my business I showered brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. I wrapped the towel around my body. I exited the bathroom and Zayn wasn't in the room. He must be downstairs or somewhere else in this huge mansion. I quickly dressed and traveled to Zayn's graffiti room. Last night i got an idea of what to paint. I guess first things first would be to sketch out the image. I grabbed a pencil that was in a pencil holder on a desk with many more art supplies. But if I wanted to reach the very top of the blank wall i needed a ladder. I opened the closet doors buckets of paint and spray paint bottles were all over the floor. But i spotted a step stool and a huge ladder. I carefully pulled out the ladder and placed it where it where i could easily sketch it out. I began sketching the top part of the image. I probably got thirty minutes of work in before i got tired. I stepped of  the ladder and admired the top half of the image i sketched out. I would say maybe in a couple of weeks it will be completely done. I jumped as i felt some arms wrapped around.

I turned and assumed it was Zayn but it wasn't it was Harry.

"Fooled ya didn't I?" He asked with a smug grin that showed the indents of his dimples on his cheeks.

"Yeah you did." I said laughing.

"What are you working on here?" He asked while tilting his head and squinting his eyes.

"A picture that represents all of us. It's not done i want it to be a Christmas present for you guys and a birthday present for Zayn. I know it wont be done by Christmas but you guys will love it still the same right." I asked while looking at the floor.

"Rose you are so sweet. So what it wont be revealed for us on Christmas it will still be revealed." He said. He pulled me in for a hug. This is what i love about Harry he may joke around a lot but when it came down to it he knew what words to say to cheer you up.

"You have to keep this a secret okay, i don't want anyone else finding out about this." He nodded and pulled away from the hug. The door opened and Zayn stood there eyeing both of us.

"Out. You are forbidden to be here!" Harry shouted. He pointed out the door. He then put both of his hands to his sides and marched towards Zayn. "The young majesty has requested that no one should be allowed in this room. Out." Harry said I was chuckling. Zayn just glared at him.

"This is my room Harold." Zayn said.

"Not anymore it has been taken over by The queen Rosalie Ramos. And you are an unworthy peasant that is unwelcomed here." Harry said. I bursted in fits of laughter.

"Really Harry? And you are?" Zayn arched an eyebrow and smirked.

"I am, queen Rosalie has made me her trusty knight and i shall go to war for her and this kingdom."