Just Be Mines (Zouis/Niam)

Artist Interpretation

**A/N: So you asked for longer chapter and I'm gonna give them to you! Let's see what Louis thinks about Zayn's little diary**

I sat on my doorstep, waiting for what I knew was sure to come. Sure enough, like it was written in the pages of some fucked up novel, Louis came walking up the block. From where I was I could see MY little black book in HIS hands. I frowned slightly as he stormed over to me, tossing the book at my feet.

"Guess what I kicked once I ran outside to take the trash out and guess what I found." He said, pointing to the black Doctor Who journal with the screwdriver pen.

"And?" I asked, picking up the journal and placing it in my lap. He looked me in the eyes, those sea green orbs looking in interest, turning a deep blue.

His lips pressed in a thin line as he started to smile, his eyes growing bigger. "I fucking love Doctor Who!" He yelled. "Season two was with one of my favorites, that doctor was hot! Too bad David Tennant is gross looking now."

"I meant of its contents." I said, waving the book around. I had no interest  in how hot those Doctors were. Well, that's a lie. Any real gay guy obviously watches Doctor Who watches it for the doctors.

"What's in there?" He asked. I tossed the book back at him and he caught it. His hands shook as he slowly turned the pages. I could tell he only looked at the inscription written on the first page. That's the only way he would've known that it was my journal. He looked back up at me, afraid for no reason at all. His fingers started to flip through the pages, his eyes waving from left to right as he registered the contents. Once he started getting to blank pages he snapped the book shut and handed it back to me.

"Well?" I threw that question out there.

He blinked a couple of times before straightening his composure.  "Do I really look like that to you?" He asked.

"Like what?" I asked, stumped because this want the question I was expecting. More like 'Have you been stalking me?', or 'How long have this been going on?' But his innocent, calm question I wasn't ready for.

"Well in your drawings, I look, I look, beautiful. Handsome. Angelic even." He said, looking away to hide the creeping blush.

"Because that's how you look to me." I stated it as if it was a fact. I could see the smirk on his face before his hand shot up to cover it. Was he going to laugh at me?

His eyes registered my expression and he quickly removed his hand. " 'm not laughing at you." He said. So Louis was a mind reader? "It's just that I've never been considered any of those things, especially not by my standards."

"A true artist's sees beauty in all things." I said nonchalantly.

"Even in poop?" He questioned. I looked up at the sarcastic boy who had a serious expression on.

"Yes, even in poop." I said simply.

"Well if I'm angelic than my shit's divine." He said, laughing at his own joke. He was so lame. He was so beautiful though.

"You're so weird." I said, smiling at the joyful expression he wore. It was like looking into a kid's heart.

"And you're not?" He asked. "I mean that little sketch book of yours doesn't scream, 'Hi I'm Zayn Malik, the most normal boy in the world.' " he said, leaning in closer to me. "In fact it screams, 'Hi I'm Zayn Malik, and I fancy Louis Tomlinson so much I'm willing to stalk him." He said.

I pulled his shirt making him fall into me. I brushed my lips across his ear, feeling his body shudder on top of me. "Are you going to report me." I whispered softly. I heard a loud gulp as he slowly shook his head. "Good, because then I  wouldn't be able to do this." I whispered, wrapping my lips around his ear lobe. The sound that escaped his lips as fifty percent yelp, fifty percent moan and one hundred percent sexy.

" Zayn, I,"

"Yes?" I asked in an automatic husky voice.

"Draw me?" He asked.

"I already have, tons of times." I said.

He shook his head, leaning away from me. "No, I mean draw me with me knowing. Draw me with me posing as your muse." He whispered.

"You've always been my muse." I said, picking up his hand and placing a kiss on it. He smiled, biting his lip in a bashful but sexy manner.

"Do you have a football?" He asked. I nodded and he pulled me up so we could go inside. I led him upstairs to my bedroom. He stood by the bed while I went to the closet to find the football. By the time I found it and turned around he was already out of his hoodie and sweats, lying on my bed completely nude. His hands were covering his privates as he looked at me slightly embarrassed.

"I lied. I did look in the journal already. I thought about it and decided that I wanted you to draw me all Titanic style. You know naked with one object, like Jack did Rose." He said in a low voice.

"And your objects this football?" I asked, placing it on the bed and rolling it towards him.

"Well Rose's precious thing was the necklace and mines is a football." He said. He sat up straight, crossing his legs. My eyes drifted straight down to his uncovered penis that was surrounded by a well trimmed brown bush. I smiled, licking my lips.

"This will be the best picture I've ever drawn." I said, leaning in to look at him even more. He looked flustered under my gaze and I started smiling at his expression. "Maybe afterwards we could have sex like they did in the movie also." I whispered.

He smiled at me, winking as he brought the ball next to his left knee and put his left hand on it. " Only if you're good at drawing my dear Jack." He said.

"And I will be." He said.

**A/N: Haha so hopefully this is longer than I thought. The Zouis feels are killing me. I hope you like this set up. It's for more things to come.**

**A/N: CRAPS THIS WASN'T LONG AT ALL. I HATE THAT THEY HAVE THIS ADD PICTURE THING ON MY PHONE BECAUSE IT'S MESSING ME UP! UGH ILL TRY AGAIN NEXT SUNDAY (MY NEW UPDATE DAYS) BTW LATER ON I'LL BE UPLOADING MY NEW ZOUIS STORY. IT'S ACTUALLY GOING TO BE REALLY SWEET ABD I'M SURE YOU'LL LOVE IT.**