mona lisa | zayn malik x ella mai

Mona Lisa | New

Mona Lisa | New

Zayn was happy that Nurah had gave him a second chance. No like literally, this man was really happy. Opportunities like these doesn't come to Zayn, especially when it came to women. So it shocked him that Nurah actually wanted to take him up on his offer to just restart everything. He had a lot of confidence in himself when he walked out of his apartment today. Strutting down the street like he was a model. But the moment Zayn locked eyes with Nurah his confidence had drained and he grew nervous in the matter of seconds.

"Hey you," Nurah gave him a nice smile and motioned him over to the table she was at.

Gulping, he gave her a small smile before he made his way over to her. Seeming like his footsteps grew heavier and heavier as he neared closer to the table.

"I told the waitress that I was waiting for someone. So hopefully she'll be back around," Nurah had informed him.

"Cool, cool," Zayn nodded tapping his fingers against his knee underneath the table.

She raised a brow at his demeanor, "Are you okay? You look a bit nervous."

"Me nervous? No way," Zayn scoffed rolling his eyes playfully.

"Alright then," she giggled before she laced her fingers together on top of the table. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, why did you decide to move to Florence? If you don't mind me asking of course," Zayn inquired trying to get his nerves under control. She was just so beautiful. Who wouldn't be intimidated by this woman? He thought to himself.

"I dont. And honestly, I just wanted a new start in very simple terms. You?" She chirped turning the tables on him.

"Same. I wanted to pursue my dream as an artist in Italy and here I am," he smiled motioning around him.

"That's amazing," she gushed. "So like, you've always been an artist?"

"Since I came out the womb," he winked.

"Okay," Nurah blushed slightly as she nodded her head, impressed. "I'm guessing that your flat smells like paint, yeah?"

Zayn shrugged his shoulders, laughing a bit, "Yeah, sometimes. But when I paint my windows are wide open so I won't die from the fumes."

"Interesting, really," she says sipping on her water.

"So..what's your passion?" Zayn asked with a open tone.

"My passion?" Nurah blushed a bit harder, the question taking her off guard.

"Yes, everybody has a passion Nurah," he chuckled, really liking how her name rolled off his tongue and how cute she looked while blushing.

"Well..I like to sing," Nurah confessed shyly.

Zayn's eyes widened, "Oh my gosh, really? I love singing!"

Nurah kissed her teeth, "No way."

"Yes way," he exaggerated making a funny face that resulted in them both sharing a laugh.

Nurah tapped her fingers against the table, "Well I..I um..write my own songs too."

"Cool, what are they about?" Zayn asked, genuinely interested.

"I-I don't really wanna talk about it that much. Kinda personal, ya know?" Nurah tried to tell him a nice way so it wouldn't come off rude.

And Zayn for once decided not to press the issue and just nodded his head understandingly, "That's fine, you don't have to tell me."

Nurah sighed, tugging on her roots, kinda feeling bad, "I don't want to be secretive or anything bec—,"

"Nurah," he gave her a look to stop her rambling. "It's okay, trust me."

Nurah exhaled, licking her full lips, "Well..it has to do with mostly heartbreak."

"Damn..who hurt you?" Zayn chuckled.

"Too many people..I lost count," Nurah mumbled underneath her breath looking down at the table.

"Oh," Zayn's mood suddenly changed, starting to feel like an asshole once again. "I-I'm sorry."

She waved it off, "No it's fine, it's apart of life, ya know? Win some and you lose some. Yeah, I'm in love with singing. It's something that I don't do often, and that's expressing myself."

"Deep," he nodded.

"A little too deep, sorry," she apologized quickly lacing her fingers together in a shy manner.

"Naw it's cool," he assured her.

The waitress came back around to take their order. As Zayn spoke in Italian, Nurah couldn't help but to swoon at the way he talked so fluently in the language. She stared at his pretty kissable lips and the way his jaw would pop out. Her cheek rested in the palm of her hand, just looking at him with admiration sparkling in her eyes. Literally, she was almost over here drooling.

"I really need to learn Italian," Nurah hummed while she looked at Zayn. Good god he is so handsome, she thought to herself.

"You'll catch on. Like, for me it didn't really like take that long because my good friend speaks it so much that it rubs off on me," Zayn says before taking a bite out of the sandwich he got.

"The one that owns the music store?" She wonders.

"Yeah, his name is Sauve," he told her. "We've been good friends for about five years. Really hate that guy sometimes, but he's a good person."

"Oh," Nurah nodded. "Well..he's kinda cute."

Even though Zayn wasn't suppose to hear that, he did. And that made him wonder if he was good looking to her, slowly getting slightly insecure about himself.

"So," Nurah dragged while she wiggled her eyebrows. "Now that we have like..started over maybe I'll let you take me to an art museum around here."

Zayn's eyes lit up like fucking Christmas lights, "Really?"

"Yeah," Nurah smiled.

"It would be an honor," Zayn says bowing his head like she was a queen.

"Stop it," Nurah laughed slapping his shoulder playfully. "So like this Friday will be good? I'm like busy all week trying to get use to being in this country."

"That'll be great, yes," Zayn agreed.

"Okay," Nurah wiped her mouth with the napkin, standing up to her feet to throw their stuff away.

Zayn had paid for their food out generously and together they walked out of the cafe together. He stuffed his hands into his front pockets nervously, "So um I will ug..text you?"

"Y-Yeah," Nurah nodded, sending him a shy wave before they parted ways. "Bye Zayn."

"Bye Nurah," Zayn waved back, before he went his own way.

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okay , so like im tryna let y'all get to know the main characters a bit more of who they are individually wise . i don't want to rush into anything because i think that a relationship has to take time to develop & such . y'all know what im trying to say ? nope ? okay lemme stop now .

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