One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

My masterpiece //Zayn//

You walked into your fiancée's art room with a nice, hot cup of green tea. You smiled as you saw him, Zayn, concentrating on his art work.

"Babe, I brought you some tea." When you said this, Zayn looked up and set down his pencil. He got up, walking towards you.

"Thank you, babycakes." He snaked his arms around your waist placing a sweet, gentle kiss on your soft lips. You blushed slightly, pulling away. After all this time, he was still able to make you blush at the littlest things. He let out a chuckle taking the cup from you. He nodded in satisfaction, drinking the tea. You took that moment to walk over to his station.

"What are you drawing?" You asked knealing down to get a better look at the sketch. Zayn put down the cup and picked up the sheet.

"It's my newest masterpiece." He grinned shoving the sheet in his portfolio. You pouted up at him, seeing as you wanted to see what it was he was creating. He shook his head, pecking your lips quickly. You let out a sigh and kissed his cheeks before standing up.

"I'm going to head over to my mom's real quick. She wanted to talk to me about a florist for the wedding." You informed Zayn. He frowned wrapping his arms around you once more.

"Boo, I wanted to come too" He whined. Zayn puckered his lips, staring down at you. You shook your head, smiling.

"I'll text you pictures, you know how my mom is. She'll complain about how the groom isn't allowed to see anything of what the bride is to be having the day of the wedding." You reminded him. Zayn rolled his eyes letting out a scoff.

"It's just flowers." You laughed at his comment.

"I'll be home in," You glanced at the time making the calculation. "Two hours." You kissed his lips then hurried out the room. Zayn watched you before pulling his work back out and began working on it again.

Two hours had passed when you finally came home. You had stopped by a food store and picked up some dinner, you were not in the mood to cook up a meal.

"Zayn? Hun, I brought food!" You called out his name placing the food on the counter. "Zayn?!" You called out again, walking over to the cupboards to pull out some plates.

"I'm here." Zayn walked into the room. He walked over to you, greeting you with a kiss. 

"Were you sketching this whole time?" You asked setting the plates on the table. Zayn nodded his head sheepishly, hiding something behind his back. "What is that?" Your eyes glanced to his hand hidden behind his back. He smiled and brought it to your view. It was a journal? What?

You looked at Zayn confused, he handed it to you. You took it, flipping the book all sorts of ways, wondering why he was giving this to you.

"Open it." He whispered anxiously. You pushed your hair from your face and opened the cover of the book. The first picture you saw was of you. You let out a gasp at how well it was drawn. It was like staring into a mirror. You looked to Zayn, he motioned you to keep on going. You turned the next page. Again, it was a portrait of you. This time you were seated in front of your vanity. You were straightening your hair. You let out a small laugh at that one, one side of your head was straight, the other half was a kinky mess of curls. You flipped through the rest of the pictures, cooing at some of them.

"Awww Zayniepoo, these are amazing." You kissed him, draping your arms over his shoulders. He brushed his lips against yours.

"Well...you are my masterpiece."