50 First Dates
Detailed Painting
Niall's POV
All of us headed into the house. It was getting a bit dark, and we had finished unpacking. Harry and I callapsed on the couch followed by the rest of the boys.
"So, Lucy, am I right?" Harry said nudging me.
"Hell Yeah." I smiled at the ceiling "She really is beautiful,"
"And hot!" Hary added.
"And funny.." I said dreamily.
"and hot!"
"And cute.."
"And hot!"
"and smart.."
"NIALL DONT FORGET HOT!" Harry screamed shaking my shoulder.
"And hot!" i added, Harry let out a sigh of relief "She liked my accent," I remembered.
"So do millions of One Direction fans, this isn't new." Zayn piped up.
"Yeah, but It's nice hearing it from her." I smiled.
"Well, speaking of One Direction, did you see how she acted around us?" Zayn furrowed his eyebrows.
"It's a bit refreshing not getting mauled or anything." Louis nodded his head.
"Well, she didn't even know us." Zayn leaned his head forward "Isn't that a bit weird to you guys?"
"Well we are world famous, so maybe It's a bit queer" Liam said looking at the ceiling.
"Maybe she just isn't into music," I shrugged indifferently.
"Yeah, maybe." Louis agreed.
"So anyone up fro some 'Fresh Prince of Bel-air?" Zayn smiled.
"YES!" I hollared throwing my hands in the air, "But don't start it yet, I want food!"
I got up and ran into the kitchen. I picked through the fridge and pulled out left-over mashed potatoes and some chips. I looked up through the window above the sink and saw a familiar figure a few houses down on a balcony. Her hands moved in strokes, the large spotlight on the house aluminating her painting. Wow, Lucy is an amazing artist. The picture came to life with color, wait what is she painting? It can't be, can it?
Lucy was painting ME on the side of her house along with millions of other tiny paintings. I smiled and bit my lip, watching her very closely. In fact, I was so absorbed in her actions I wasn't even hungry anymore. Every inch of my face was correct, she even had my little butt chin. In a few strokes, my name was printed at the bottom. She disapeared into her house. I sat mesmerized by the perfection of her drawing for a while. Then I pulled out my phone, snapped a few photos then pocketed it.
Another figures shadows danced out onto the balcony and it heald to things in its hands. It was a man holding a can of paint and a paint roller. He looked around befoe drenching the roller in the white paint and coloring over the pictures onto the pictures on the wall. "No!" i shouted as they made it to my picture. Why would anyone do that?
All of us headed into the house. It was getting a bit dark, and we had finished unpacking. Harry and I callapsed on the couch followed by the rest of the boys.
"So, Lucy, am I right?" Harry said nudging me.
"Hell Yeah." I smiled at the ceiling "She really is beautiful,"
"And hot!" Hary added.
"And funny.." I said dreamily.
"and hot!"
"And cute.."
"And hot!"
"and smart.."
"NIALL DONT FORGET HOT!" Harry screamed shaking my shoulder.
"And hot!" i added, Harry let out a sigh of relief "She liked my accent," I remembered.
"So do millions of One Direction fans, this isn't new." Zayn piped up.
"Yeah, but It's nice hearing it from her." I smiled.
"Well, speaking of One Direction, did you see how she acted around us?" Zayn furrowed his eyebrows.
"It's a bit refreshing not getting mauled or anything." Louis nodded his head.
"Well, she didn't even know us." Zayn leaned his head forward "Isn't that a bit weird to you guys?"
"Well we are world famous, so maybe It's a bit queer" Liam said looking at the ceiling.
"Maybe she just isn't into music," I shrugged indifferently.
"Yeah, maybe." Louis agreed.
"So anyone up fro some 'Fresh Prince of Bel-air?" Zayn smiled.
"YES!" I hollared throwing my hands in the air, "But don't start it yet, I want food!"
I got up and ran into the kitchen. I picked through the fridge and pulled out left-over mashed potatoes and some chips. I looked up through the window above the sink and saw a familiar figure a few houses down on a balcony. Her hands moved in strokes, the large spotlight on the house aluminating her painting. Wow, Lucy is an amazing artist. The picture came to life with color, wait what is she painting? It can't be, can it?
Lucy was painting ME on the side of her house along with millions of other tiny paintings. I smiled and bit my lip, watching her very closely. In fact, I was so absorbed in her actions I wasn't even hungry anymore. Every inch of my face was correct, she even had my little butt chin. In a few strokes, my name was printed at the bottom. She disapeared into her house. I sat mesmerized by the perfection of her drawing for a while. Then I pulled out my phone, snapped a few photos then pocketed it.
Another figures shadows danced out onto the balcony and it heald to things in its hands. It was a man holding a can of paint and a paint roller. He looked around befoe drenching the roller in the white paint and coloring over the pictures onto the pictures on the wall. "No!" i shouted as they made it to my picture. Why would anyone do that?
8/19/13