Angels {z.m}

8.Ink and Walls

   "We're golden sunflowers inside"

Monday was the very first day I left Zayn all alone in home. I would blame myself if I returned to my humble house and Zayn was gone with all my money and TV, that would be all my fault because I should not put some strange guy inside my home without an intense research about him first, research I ignored because the only things I knew about the guy was the name, his love for food and comics. 

"When will you return?" Zayn asked me while I grabbed my black coat and the ugly uniform I had to use for work, although I asked the boss to change at least the strong yellow on it he never paid attention.

"Maybe I can come here at my launch break and I return at 5p.m." My voice cracked in the middle of the sentence because I spoke too fast. "Turn on the tv and read or do something else."

"The box with the videos?" He inquired watching all my moves.

"Yes Zayn, The box with the videos. Television, tv." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag loking for my keys that were probably lost in the middle of my necessary trash.

The story with Zayn and the box with the videos was one of the funniest thing ever. When I turned on the tv for the first time Zayn stayed totally fascinated with everything from series like "S.H.I.E.L.D" to movies and ads. Even the annoying ads were amazing and he said it was a good idea buy some new cream and a new bottle to hot water. I had to explain him how not true most of the things were and that  in the movies nobody really died or got hurt. And then he stayed confuse has hell but accepted it.

Another thing he found out was the big empty room that leaded us to the attic, It was just a big space with white walls no one really used it much so it was almost abandoned, Zayn liked it a lot.

I grabbed the car keys that I finally found in my messy bag and prepared myself to go away.

"Feed the cat please." I friendly reminded. "I'll be right back."

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Mornings were boring but this one was incredible annoying. The cold was worst than in the morning before so it was extremely bad walking outside the building so because of the empty dinner room we had I was able to return home sooner than the expected and feed the guy on my house.

Zayn read all the comics and was bored has hell. He was like those 9 years old kid that was always bored and waiting for adventure like read a book or just go outside. He said television was cool because he found the music channels that actually were a totally mystery for him because he just couldn't understand why every girls were underwear all the time.

He finally decided that the attic was a great choice of place to kill the annoying free time that was a lot. He found canvas, different paintings, old clothes and more old stuff fill with dust and spider webs everywhere.

But he loved the paintings and the old pictures on the wall. I reminded myself that I used to love paint but I stopped for sometime so my material was all lost on that place. I was not the best artist in the world but my paintings fastinated Zayn so I got really proud of myself.

"Do you wanna try?" I asked him after some silence while he was watching some draw of some house in the middle of a busy street. It was not really interesting but he liked it.

"I can do this?" He questioned with a smile." Like painting in this white stuff?"

"Hmm I guess I have some ink in the middle of this trash I think i can get you something." My hands opened a big old trunk that made an annoying noise.

That attic had probably more things than the lost city of Atlantis. The smell of dust that made us turn our nose up at it was not horrible at all specially when Zayn opened the little window that gave a little fresh air to everything. Sasha loved stay all day with Zayn there because he basically let her do everything she wanted with no control.

On the trunk there was a big box of spray cans and brushes that my dad gave me when I was a kid with some expectactions for my future has an artist. The fact was I was a waitress, i made art by giving food away.

"I only have spray cans, the ink tubes are dry so you only do graffitis if you want." I explained showing him the box full of dirty cans.

"Graffitis? How can I graffitis something?" He asked making me laugh a bit with the use of the word.

"Graffiti. You can do a graffiti in a wall or something. It's exactly like painting but you do it with spray." I corrected him while he grabbed a green can and taking off the lid." Maybe you could like to give some color to the empty room that you loved so bad."

It was like talking to a wall because the boy was busy with discovering how he could use the ink. In a second he pressed it squirting green ink to a mirror in his side. He looked at me when the ink started flowing off to the floor.

"O-ops?" He said making an embarassed smile.

"Yes, Zayn, big oops." I mumbled pretty annoyed with the fact that spray was hard to clean." Take the box down stairs and don't put it on clothes or face please."

I was 77% sure that he didn't listen but he was just a kid enjoying life.

For seconds a question started worried my mind. It was not worrying in one side but my inside was totally sure that I would be sad with the answer. I should not but I would.

I grabbed a blue towel and tried to remove the ink of the mirror before it got dry, then would be a nightmare. The only thing I didn't bother to clean was the floor. That old dirty floor could have that ink forever it wouldn't mind. It was curious how some color brought to that floor some happiness.

" Alison!! Are you coming?" Zayn called me washing my mental sadness about that floor.

"Yes." I left my theory with that floor and went downstairs.

Zayn sat on the floor and started to see the colors one by one.

"Will you stay?" He asked me.

"I will be back sooner I can." I answered looking at him with the damn question blowing my mind. Should I ask him?

No, I really didn't want the answer.

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