Dad? [zayn malik ddm fanfiction]

Chapter 5// Drawings Speak Louder than Words

 

The Movie with mom last night was wonderful. We haven’t bonded like that in forever, and honestly, i really appreciated it.

when we got home, Dad and Anna were crashed on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn and 2 sodas in front of them.

I just went back upstairs, and continued my last sketch.

When i went downstairs this morning, before i could enter the kitchen, i heard Mom and Dad talking about me. Mom was talking to him about what happened.

He still denied it, and became quiet.

when i walked into the kitchen, i sat down, and opened my sketch book, like i do every morning.

School was the same as everyday, constant insults from my cousins and sister, drawing, learning, it never changed. Unless i do a small glitch in the system.

Meaning i avoid everyone and go to the library for my lunch and study hall. I didn’t like the cafeteria food in our school so, i never bought lunch. My mom thinks i buy lunch though.

During this hour, i do any homework assignments, and when those are finished, i draw.

Today was a bit different, I only had to do a single worksheet, which by far, was the easiest thing ever. That only took me about 5 minutes.

For the rest of the period, i drew.

This drawing was different from all my others though.

It was a girl, with her legs pulled to her chest, as she sat under a tree, with a gloomy sky above her, as if it were about to rain. Her forehead was resting on her knees. It looked as if she were crying, or if she was just tired.

I couldn’t tell.

This whole period i was drawing this, and didn’t become interrupted.

The bell rang. I cleaned my things up and headed to my last period of the day, and personally, my favorite; Art class.

Me and the teacher were great friends. She loved my art work, and i loved hers.

She knows when i’m upset, happy, or frustrated. She can tell all of my emotions by my art work.

I walked into the classroom and sat in my seat.

“Hey girlfriend, how are we today?” My teacher, Mrs. G asks.

“I’m alright, and you?”

“Great, thanks for asking, hey, you finished your project already, am i right?” she asks, and i nod happily.

“I finished it last class.” i respond.

“Great! that being said, you can do whatever you would like for the rest of class while everyone else works on their projects.” she says.

“Drawing sounds like a plan to me.” i say and she laughs.

For the remainder of class, i do end up finishing my drawing, and starting another one.

The final bell rings, I bid Mrs.G goodbye, and i walk home.

In the driveway, I see all of the boys cars.

I walk into The house, take off my shoes and coat, and walk into the living room, finding all of my uncles sitting on the couch watching football with my dad.

“Hey guys.” i say softly and walk into the kitchen.

“Hey roxy!” they all say back, except for dad.

I put my book on the table and head to use the bathroom. After i finish up, i head back out into the hallway and hear uncle ni and lou talking in hushed voice,

“It looks so depressing.. do you think maybe she’s-” before louis could finish, niall cut him off,

“Yes. By the grim, depressed, drawing i do think she’s depressed.” he says quietly.

I finally realise that they are looking and talking about my recently finished drawing.

“Her drawings speak louder than her words..”