*Chelsea’s P.O.V.*

“Fancy seeing you here.” I jumped in shock, looking up from my phone to see that Matthew had taken the seat beside me. The boys had gone into their meeting a little over twenty minutes ago and although I was invited to join them, I insisted on staying outside to allow them some freedom with their work. I had texted Piper but she told me she was busy, god only knows what she was doing. At least my younger brother, Sam, was saving me from boredom.

“Oh, hi Matthew, you startled me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I take it you’re here with Zayn?” I nodded. “Are you sure there’s nothing going on there?”

“What? Between Zayn and I, yes I’m sure.” I hope my cheeks weren’t too flushed, that would give me away completely. His smile grew wider at my response, I wonder what that’s about.

“That’s good, after all that happened with Perrie, you need someone more stable.”

“I don’t think I need anyone at the moment.” He was making me feel uncomfortable, I just prayed that the boys weren’t lying about how long this meeting would be, and that Zayn would come and save me from his boss, or whatever Matthew is to him.

“You may think that now, but I’m sure I could change your mind.” Save me, please.

“I’m a bit scarred from my last relationship so right now the idea of being with someone right now isn’t very attractive.”

He leaned over a bit closer. “Just remember Chelsea, you fall in love when you least expect it.”

The door to the waiting room swung open and loud voices carried through, familiar voices, thank Jesus. Matthew leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest and I quickly moved out of my seat and over to Zayn and the other boys. He shot me a confused look but I just shook my head since I couldn’t exactly tell him here.

“Let’s go guys, Chelsea and I have plans,” Zayn announced and he grabbed my hand leading me out the door, the boys following.

“Goodbye Chelsea, remember what I said, the offer will be open.” I gripped Zayn’s hand tighter as I turned around to send him an uncomfortable wave, trying to maintain a polite façade.

We made our way into the elevator and the boys turned to me.

“What the heck was that about?” Zayn asked, releasing my hand to run his fingers through his hair.

“He was asking about us and I told him nothing was going on, and then he started to big note himself and basically offered to change my mind about relationships, with him.” Zayn cursed and punched the elevator wall. I jumped in shock for the second time in the past fifteen minutes and grabbed both his hands so he couldn’t do that again.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you out there. He’s such a dick, he is the biggest man whore. I can’t believe he tried to make a move on you. No wonder he was being so nice to you the other day, he’s trying to get into your pants. Fuck.”

“Zayn, calm down, there’s no chance that I’ll fall into his trap. He makes me uncomfortable. He tried to suggest that after everything that happened with Perrie you were unstable and not any good for me and that’s it’s a good thing nothing is going on between us.”

“He’s a dick. I hate him. I’m going back up to talk to him, you guys can just wait in the car, I won’t take long.”

“Zayn, no.” I told him sternly as the elevator dinged, announcing that we arrived at the car park of the building.

“Yeah Zayn, it’s not worth it, listen to Chels.” Liam backed me up. God bless him.

“I just can’t stand the fact that he acts like that and that he tried to make a move on you.”

“Well I think we can all acknowledge the fact that Chelsea is hot.” Louis quipped cheekily earning him a slap over the head.

“You don’t get to say that, idiot.”

“Someone’s being jealous and possessive,” Harry mumbled and Zayn flipped him off before climbing into the car and pulling me after him.

“What are we doing today, you said we had plans?” I asked as he played with my fingers, letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

“You wanted to see my graffiti room right? That’s what we’re going to be doing today, I’m showing you in there.”

“Are you serious? This is going to be awesome.” He shot me a shy little grin, pecked me on the head before turning to talk with the boys.

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We stopped off at Zayn’s room before venturing down to his graffiti room, him forcing me to change into some of his paint covered clothing so I wouldn’t ruin my own clothes. I tied my hair up into a messy bun and changed into the clothes he had given me before meeting Zayn in the kitchen. He had packed us some food and I wondered just what we would be doing in the graffiti room if we needed all this stuff.

The elevator ride down was filled with a comfortable silence, the pair of us stealing quick glances at each other and smiling. I was really excited to see what he could do and to spend the day with Zayn, especially in a place that he loves. The elevator pinged to let us know we had reached our destination and I quickly exited it, excited and impatient. I stopped at the door of the room and tightened Zayn’s pants. Even though he was really lean, they were still a bit big on me but they were seriously comfortable and I was definitely not complaining.

Zayn strolled over to me, smirking at my behaviour and letting his eyes trail over my body. “You really do look good in my clothes.”

I rolled my eyes. “Could you just hurry up and let me in, I’ve been waiting to see this room and you’re taking too long.”

“Hmmm, maybe not, patience is a virtue Chelsea. I think I should make you wait.” I cocked my eyebrow at him. “Consider it the beginning of your punishment after this morning, cheeky.” He told me as he leaned up against the wall beside the door. I shoved my phone into the pocket on Zayn’s trackies and stood in front of him, smiling mischievously. I placed my hand on his hipbone and leaned in to him, letting my eyes fall shut and kissing him softly. Zayn’s free arm wrapped around me and I placed my other hand on his neck, relishing the feeling of his lips on mine. My feelings for Zayn were deepening every minute I spent with him and I just hope he’ll be here to catch me if I fall. Zayn’s tongue sliding over my bottom lip brought me back from my thoughts and allowed me to focus on what my original plan had been. I slipped my hand from Zayn’s hip and into his pocket where I wrapped my fingers around the keys to his art room and I pulled away from him, taking the keys with me. “I can’t even say that I hate you.” I grinned at Zayn before unlocking the room and entering it.

I stopped, slack jaw and wide eyes, shocked into a frozen stance. My eyes were the only thing moving, trying to observe every amazing piece of art featured in the room. Zayn flipped the light on before he came to stand beside me, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously while I took in everything.

“Holy crap Zayn, this, I’m speechless, this is absolutely incredible. You did all of this?” He scratched the back of his neck and smiled shyly at me before nodding. Watching me inspect the walls and the few canvases in the room. I trailed my finger down the side of one of the walls in awe. “This is absolutely amazing Zayn. You’re so talented, like if you gave me a canvas I would probably draw a stick figure and be like ‘ta da, that was so hard to draw’.” Zayn let out a chuckle from where he was looking in one of the cupboards of the room.

“Here,” I turned to see Zayn holding out a blank canvas for me. “For your stick man. It better look like me.” I grinned and took it off him, sitting on the floor in front of the couch so I could rest my back against it. Zayn continued to get out many other supplies from the cupboard. “I want to finish this one,” he said pointing to an incomplete graffiti art on the wall before chucking me a mask, “so you’ll have to wear this, I’ll teach you how to do it after though. You can use whatever paints you want, I pulled them all out for you though. Do you mind if I put some music on?”

I shook my head, “No Zayn, whatever is fine.” I finished my stick man Zayn quickly and decided to add other things around it to spruce up my terrible excuse of artwork. I spent most of my time, however, observing the way Zayn worked. He was so calm and collected and he had such incredible skill that he just made everything look easy. The muscles in his back flexed with every stroke sprayed from the can and I was just mesmerised by the talent Zayn held.

“You done staring?” Zayn asked with a smirk as I snapped back to reality, flushing a deep red. “Have you finished your painting?” I nodded and gestured to the painting on the floor beside me, not bother to fight to be heard over the music. Luckily Zayn flipped it off and took the seat on the floor beside me, reaching over me to grab my ‘artwork’.

“It’s not half bad.”

“Zayn, a pre-schooler could paint better than this.”

“At least it looks like me.” Zayn grinned and I stuck my tongue out at him, pouting. “I’m hanging this in my bedroom.”

“Like hell you are.” I told Zayn with wide eyes and he smirked wickedly at me. “I hate you, you’re not nice. What did you- holy fuck, wow. Is that me?” I was about to ask him what he had been doing when I turned to the wall where he was painting. There was a dark angel with all similar features to me and it was absolutely stunning. I turned to gape at Zayn and he nodded with a hint of red on his cheeks.

“Yeah, it is. Do you like it?”

“Do I like it, I love it. That’s incredible Zayn, I can’t believe you did that, and of me. That’s just, I’m lost for words. It’s indescribable Zayn, thank you so much. That means more to me than you could ever imagine.”

“Thanks Chels,” he mumbled as he tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. I pecked him on the cheek before standing up and moving in for a closer inspection.

“Do you mind if I take a photo?”

“Course not, go ahead.” I grinned as I took my phone out of the pocket and snapped a couple of pictures of the angel me. “Are you hungry.” I responded quickly with a yes and I heard some rustling behind me. Turning around I saw Zayn had spread a blanket in the middle of the room and had set the picnic basket in the middle.

We talked for at least an hour. I ended up lying down with my head in his lap while Zayn thread his fingers through my now loose hair.

“Is there anything big coming up for the band?” I asked before popping a blueberry into my mouth. Zayn audibly swallowed and started scratching the back of his neck. Oh god, what’s he so nervous about telling me.

“We have to go to LA for about two and a half weeks.” He shrugged nonchalantly but he was avoiding eye contact with me.

“That’s cool, when is this?” I pried hoping to find the reason he was acting so strange.

“Uh,” he cleared his throat, “in three days. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. It’s been the last thing on my mind lately and I actually didn’t realise until the meeting this morning how soon we’re leaving.”

“Don’t be sorry Zayn, it’s understandable and it’s not like I have to know where you are every second of the day.”

“I don’t want to be without you for so long. I know we haven’t known each other for ages but you have become a massive part of my life and I love spending time with you. It’s kind of why I wanted to bring you here with me today.”

“I feel the same way Zayn, but we’ll survive. And if it makes you feel any better, I can stay with you for the next few days or come to the airport to see you off.”

“You can do both if you want.” He told me quietly even though we were the only ones in the room.

“Okay,” I agreed with a small smile causing one to form on Zayn’s lips.

“Okay. Now that we have covered that, would you like me to show you how to do some of this stuff?” I nodded enthusiastically and sat up, getting to my feet. “And afterwards we can head back to yours to get you some stuff and come back and watch movies or hang with the guys if you want.” And that’s exactly how we spent the rest of our day.

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