Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 34

"Silence is a statement too." -I'll claim it.

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Lord save me from this light that's pushing me to wake up. If I squeeze my eyes close, it might help me go back to sleep.

Only, it results in me doing the complete opposite which shuts my dream world into dust.

Yawning tiredly, I throw my hand to the otherside of the bed, only to feel cold sheets in replacement to Zayn.

I sit up and frown as I risk it and open one eye to see that Zayn isn't there.

Reaching over to the sidetable to feel for my phone, I look at the time to realise it's only seven in the morning.

I groan annoyed as exhaustion hits me.

Where is Zayn?

I feel like that's the only question my brain knows.

I'm too comfortable to move, too vulnerable to walk.

But, I have to get up. Only because I really need to pee.

Pushing my blankets off, I sluggishly make my way into the bathroom and ignore my horrible state as I pass the mirror to get to the bathroom.

The bathtub has a ring of brown stains inside and I cringe. Either we're pretty dirty people or Its the paint.

I'm going to go with paint.

Gazing at the bathtub, I blink and frown as I take myself back to where Zayn had acted strange before getting out of the bath.

He did act strange, but why? I don't want to think about it.

Standing, I flush the toilet and wash my hands before walking out of the bathroom.

All I want to do is curl up in my bed and go back to sleep, but at seven in the morning, with only four hours sleep, Zayn would be in bed.

Only, he's not.

I certainly want to be. All I want to do is crawl back to bed and hope for sleep, but once I'm up.

I'm up.

Walking down the staircase, the music from the basement is blaring from where I'm walking and I now realise he's in his art studio.

Rolling my eyes, I close the door to the basement and walk into the kitchen to make myself some coffee to find out the window is Louis car.

Strange.

"Oh morning there sunshine."

I frown and turn at the voice that had given me a minor fright.

Clutching my heart, I take a breath and smile at Louis.

"What are you doing here so early?" I frown. "Tea?" I then offer after a pause.

He shakes his head and shrugs. "Zayn wanted to hang."

"At 7 in the morning?" I question, tone dry.

"I know." Louis frowns, obviously just as confused as I was. "Weird right? I suspected that you guys had an argument that he couldn't sleep on so he invited me over, again."

I frown. What the hell?

"We didn't get in an argument." Well I don't think so. "What's he doing?"

"We got high, talked, got high again and now he's going at it."

"Going at it?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Spray painting and stuff." He smiles.

"Are you high?"