mona lisa | zayn malik x ella mai

Mona Lisa | Stores

Mona Lisa | Stores

It was the very next day when Nurah decided that she would explore more of Florence. She wasn't gonna let her fears get in the way from traveling the beautiful city—but she was a little afraid of getting lost, but if she did hopefully she would bump into that sexy stranger she met yesterday. The fact that she never got his name really flustered her. She thought about that guy and wondered if they were gonna run into each other again. But she knew that a guy like him wouldn't go for a girl like her.

There was this music store that she seen when she was walking back from the grocery store yesterday—that was before she got lost—and thought that she should check it out. She hoped that they had vinyls, because she did have a 20th century special edition phonograph that she could play music on—yeah, she had an actual phonograph and she loved that thing to death—saying that she always wanted to listen to slow Italian music in her apartment as the cool early August wind blew from the windows. Nurah wanted to feel like she was in paradise.

"Found ya," Nurah smiled to herself as she looked up to see the music store. The words in Italian matched the ones on her phone, so she walked in.

There was many rows of CDs and she didn't know where to start. Her eyes skimmed over the cosy yet exquisite place. An ornate carpeted floor was now underneath her shoes as she walked further in. Posters of slim and pale pretty women with bold clothes on their petite bodies were scattered around the store. Also with different types of music legends that were painted wonderfully, very detailed she must add.

Her fingertips skimmed over the CDs that had unique covers to them. She had came to a realization over the past month, and that was the fact that the Italian culture was way different than the American and London culture. Even though she was adjusting to this country she found herself getting more interested in what Italy had to offer to her. Nurah always wanted to come here ever since she was little, so being here was a dream come true. She was tired of living life wondering what opportunity may come to her, so this was the perfect change.

When the front doorbell of the store went off, indicting that someone had walked in, she looked up to have her heart plummeting to the ground. It was that sexy stranger she had bumped into yesterday.

"Shit," not like she was trying to avoid him on purpose or anything but she really didn't want to converse with that guy. Nurah didn't know if that guy was too fond of her, especially after the fact that she did bump into him because of her clumsy self not paying attention. Besides he wasn't here for her—of course that's what she assumed.

"Tryin' to avoid me knucklehead?" That damn familiar accent seemed like it was right behind her, and it was little did she know.

Her body froze when she sensed a presence moving to the right of her. Mouth went dry and a lump formed in her throat after realizing that he was actually standing next to her at close range. She could fell his eyes burning holes into her skull. And that made her look over and see that it was him.

"Oh okay, I see how you are," Zayn nodded giving her the 'okay' gesture with his fingers, thumb and pointer touching while his long digits were up. "First you knock all of my shit down then I help you to your flat, and this is how you repay me? Such a shame, wow."

"I wasn't—um, tryin' to avoid you," she babbled nervously while she began to walk down the aisle, pretending to be searching for some CDs but in all honesty she just needed to create some distance between them.

"Mh, I hope not," he hummed, practically following right behind her. "I didn't get your name yesterday knucklehead."

She turned to look at him, stopping her walking, "It's Nurah, thank you very much."