mona lisa | zayn malik x ella mai

Mona Lisa | Component

Mona Lisa | Component

"Per favore sii accurato con quello. Ci ho lavorato troppo e se lo fotti, allora sei morto," Zayn spoke to the men who was moving his painting into a truck. He had all threatened them all with death if they dared to ruin his painting, simply because he had worked so hard on it. And he would be damned if these fools fucked it up—he would literally have all of their heads.

"S-Si signore," stuttered one who was sweating like an athlete who just got out of practice. Him and some guys managed to get the painting in the truck without any harm or damaging it. After securing it and making sure that it was safe, the men all bid their farewells before they drove off.

Zayn had stepped back into his apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. He felt relieved that he was done with the project and that it was on it's way to Milan. The museum owner had contacted him yesterday saying that his crew would be over this morning to come pick it up. He had also told Zayn that he was excited to see it and have it on display, which Zayn was also excited about too.

He then walked down the short hall until he made it to his bedroom. Zayn sighed out in content as he saw Nurah peacefully sleeping in his bed. Her body was still naked underneath the sheets and it made him bite down on his bottom lip. There was something about this woman that was so tempting, but she was so worth it too. He learned how to accept her flaws and she learned how to accept his. They were still learning more about each other as days went on but it was a whole process. You couldn't rush love even if you tried. But even they joked around about this they were meant to be together.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed he toyed with the pretty curls that were on her head. Soon enough her eyes started to flutter open and she looked at him with a hazy glaze.

"Hey baby, what was that noise outside?" She asked blinking her eyes so that her vision wasn't blurry anymore.

"They came to take the painting and ship it off to Milan," he told her as he curled a strand of her hair with his index finger, fascinated how it did that because his hair couldn't do the same so he was slightly jealous of it.

"Oh," she says, closing her eyes for a moment. "What time is it?"

"Like ten o'clock in the morning," he tells her.

"And the day?" She asks yawning out.

"The twenty-seventh," he smartly informs her.

"I already knew that, I was just testing you," she mumbles underneath her breath.

He rolled his eyes at her, "You think you're so funny, huh?"

"Yeah, m' a bit of a comedian if you ask me," she chirps, still with her eyes closed.

"You're not funny," he deadpans.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with a pouty face, "Wow, that was rude."

"Eh," he shrugs, continuing to play with her hair.

"Are you excited for the grand opening though?" She asks, getting a bit more serious, studying his face to see him visibly get even happier.

"Yeah, I'm so excited for the grand opening babe. I can't wait for you and for everybody else to see my masterpiece," Zayn sighs dreamily. He already had envisioned what was going to happen and how it was going to happen. Something deep inside of him just knew that everybody who laid eyes on the portrait was sure to remember it.

"Aw, I'm so proud of you Zayn," she coos giving him a tight lipped smile.

"Me?" He asked dumbly, getting a bit shy.

"Yes you baby," she sat up on her elbows, pulling the sheets up her bare chest. You deserve everything in the world, and I feel like this is your big shot to make yours dreams come true to be an artist like you always wanted to be."

"C'mon now, don't get all sappy on me. It's too early," he chuckles nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. Never in his life has he heard a woman say that to him, not even his ex-girlfriend or his own mother. But when it came from her it made him feel fuzzy in the inside.

"M'serious Zayn. I am so honored to be your muse and I just know that you did your thang," Nurah beams.

He blushed as he giggled, "Thang," he repeated, really liking that term.

She smiled and cupped his cheek, stroking his beautiful skin with the pad of his thumb, "You have made me realize that there is beauty that lies within me and I haven't even realized it myself until I met you. So therefore, I'm proud of you and I'm also grateful for you as well. I wouldn't want anybody else to make me happy."

"Aw..you mean that Nurah?" He asks with a sheepish smile on his face.

"I sure do," she grinned, soon grabbing on the collar on his shirt. "Now come ova' here daddy so I can show you some good lovin'."

And just like that they were underneath the covers making love in the morning.

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wow , this is almost over :/ 😭 but i promise to make these last two chapters worth it !!

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