***Zayns POV ***
Everyone who knows me, know that I love comic books and drawing. every time the guys and I are doing a signing or just walking around, when can we ever do that now? Anyway, I always get asked about why I draw or what inspired me to start? or who's my inspiration? Things like that and it's simple, I get inspired by everything and everyone around me, I love being able to start and use different mediums to do so.
You don't always have to use pencil and paper, you can use anything! Colored pencils, paint, spray paint, water colors, anything you want.
I have to say my number one asked question, is "What's you favorite type of thing to draw?" well, that's kind of an easy question, comics!
I love them so much I got my "Zap" tattoo on my arm. So, to say that I was ecstatic that I found a comic book store close to wear I'm staying during our break, is the understatement of the universe
I walked in, and heard the bell over the door ring "Just a second!" I heard a voice from one of the rows. I just waited and looked around
"OK, sorry for the wait, I was putting some books away, what can I help you with?" this girl said, and I was spent. She looked like an angel, and like she didn't belong in a comic book store.
"Sir?" she said bringing me out my trance
"Oh....uh...sorry" I mumbled, I went to speak again but a man beat me to it
"OK, sweetie! I'm gone for the rest of the week" he said and then kissed her cheek
she rolled her eyes, making me chuckle a little "OK Dad, bye. Have a nice trip" she said and he was gone. She exhaled a breath I think both of us didn't know she had and sighed "Thank God he's gone" she said
"What? you don't like your own father?" I laughed
she smiled, and it was like the world got a little brighter "No, I love him, but he makes me hide who I really am" she said
"What do you mean?" I asked
"You see this?" she asked, pointing to her outfit, which consists of a white cardigan over a Floral dress and flats
"Yeah, and?" I asked, she smirked and started taking off her clothes I was about to turn away, until I saw she already had clothes on underneath. She had on black shorts, with a black muscle T-shirt that shows off her bright pink bra and the tattoo she had on her rib cage on the left side, she then shed her flats and threw on a pair of old beaten up converse. Next, was her hair which was up in a bun, she took it down and shook it out, making soft waves flow through her hair. It was then that I noticed her arm tattoos and her piercings
"There" she said adjusting her shorts "Done, now what can I help you with" I was stunned, i could barely stand, let alone make a complete sentence "Hey, you ok there?" she asked smirking
"Yeah, yeah" I said lowly, she just laughed at me
"So, what can i help you with?" she said, coming from behind the counter. She was cute and sexy at the same time, she saw how i was looking at her, her blushed and looked down
"What do you need help with Zayn?" she asked, stepping closer to me
"Wait, you know who i am?" i asked, then realized how stupid i sounded asking that
she laughed "yes, i do. What do you want to to look at, unless you just want me to stand here all day so you can look at me all day" she smirked
"W-what? I-i wasn't...y-you-"
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