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zayn's face lit up as he saw niall standing beside his desk.

"niall!" he exclaimed, walking to his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around niall's small waist.

niall smiled up at zayn and held out the red mug of coffee. "I brought you coffee- made just how you like." niall told zayn proudly.

zayn kissed niall's temple before taking a sip of his coffee, sighing contently. "thank you, i was craving some coffee." he chuckled as niall drank a bit of his own coffee. the two stood close to eachother for a few moments, drinking out of their respected mugs.

"i need to sign my painting and measure it to be fit in a frame." zayn broke the silence, "want to help?"

niall nodded enthusiastically and sat down in his spinny chair and rolled it up to zayn's seat.

zayn took out the measuring tape and set it on the desk before walking to get his painting from where it was propped up against the wall. he placed it down on the desk and looked it over, making sure it looked perfect.

"i really like this piece, zaynie." niall said quietly, sipping his coffee.

zayn nodded and sat down, "i'm glad you do. what color frame should it have?"

niall thought about it for a minute, scrunching his nose up. "black." he said when he had finally decided.

zayn nodded again as he started measuring the length and width of the painting. he wrote down the results and huffed. "i'll go over to the store real quick and find one."

niall pecked zayn on lips and smiled, "okay, i'll wait here for you, zaynie. maybe i'll make breakfast, do you want any?"

zayn shook his head no and stood up, pulling on his shoes. "no thanks babe, i'll be back in thirty minutes tops." he promised before walking out of the studio, down the stairs, and out the front door to the supply store.

niall sighed to himself and curled up in his spinny chair, swaying it around a bit. he held his coffee cup in his hands as he looked at zayn's painting, admiring how beautiful it is.

meanwhile, zayn was standing in the middle of the picture frame aisle of the store, not able to decide between the thick black frame or the thin one. or maybe the one with pattern? or is the plain one better? he groaned inwardly and pulled his phone out to text niall pictures of each of the frames.

to: niall <3 :)

which frame? i can't decide! xx
(four picture attachments)

niall heard his phone ding from it's place in the bedroom. he got up quickly, setting the coffee down next to the painting and ran into the bedroom. he unplugged his phone as he read zayn's text, looking over the pictures he had sent.

to: zaynie

i like the thin, plain, black one. but you choose, babe!! luv u xxxxxxxxxxx

he sent his text to zayn and walked back to the studio room, this time with his phone in his hand.

zayn got niall's text and sent a smile face in reply as he took the plain frame down from the aisle and walked towards the check out (which, of course, was the longest line ever).

niall sat in silence holding his phone in one hand and the mug in the other. he closed his eyes, leaning back against the chair as he thought about zayn and how beautiful he is.

after a while, he got bored. niall stood up from his seat, still holding the phone and mug, and yawned loudly. he stepped forward and ended up hitting his hip on the side of the desk. niall gasped in pain and crumpled over, making the coffee mug tip forward, spilling all over zayn's painting- smearing the paint and making the paper cave into the wooden back board.

niall loooked at the damage and whimpered. he had ruined zayn's artwork.

he felt his cheeks burning and eyes filling with tears. zayn had worked so hard on this piece and it was his one chance at becoming known and niall had ruined it. tears dripped down niall's face as he ran into the bathroom, grabbing a towel to try and clean up the mess.

he dabbed at the painting, praying that the worst damage would be the coffee smell. unfortunately,  the water colors were too smeared to be fixed. niall felt his shoulders slump as he gave up trying to fix his mistake. he ran into his bedroom and slammed the door, locking it behind himself. he laid down in the bed as sobs racked through him.

zayn will be so angry with me, niall thought to himself.

right then, niall heard the front door open and close. he heard zayn call his name as he walked up the stairs and into the studio.

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i updated, yay. and it's two-three days early :)

im in hospital until saturday-ish, but i have wifi and they didn't take my phone!

-rylnn xx