“Mum, we’re going out tomorrow” Zayn said smiling as he entered the living room where she was watching a random TV show.
“Why so happy and excited?” his mother returned the smile as Zayn set the covered tableau he just bought on the armchair, and sat beside his mother on the sofa, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“I don’t know…i just feel relieved and something is just making me feel happy” Zayn planted another kiss on his mother’s cheek
“And what have you got there?” his mother asked eyeing the object his son had brought in.
“A tableau i just bought” Zayn leaned down, resting his head on his mother’s lap, like he had done so many times, years ago. “I went to this gallery today. They’re selling paintings and gathering money for a charity fund… just what you like, art and charity together. That’s why i’m bringing you there tomorrow”
Tricia’s face light up cause finally after such a long time Zayn actually wanted to do something with her.
“Sure, whenever you want to! Can i see the tableau?” she asked stroking her son’s hair
“It’s a boy’s portrait. It was just so lifelike and beautifully done that i couldn’t resist” Tricia continued running her fingers through Zayn’s hair, feeling how much she had missed treating Zayn like a baby even though she knew he wouldn’t appreciate that.
“You’re making me feel sleepy” Zayn mumbled closing his eyes, leaning into his mothers tough. Just when Zayn was about to sleep a loud yell came from upstairs, making Zayn’s eyes shot open. “And there foes my sleepiness”
He rolled his eyes and sat up, knowing that in any moment either Waliyah or Sashaa would come running downstairs and complain about something. He knew their parents had spoiled the youngest ones a bit to much. He was right!
Not five seconds later, Waliyah appeared at the bottom of the stairs fuming. She was holding a blouse on her hand and her whole face was red with anger.
“Sashaa wore my dress and smeared it with lipstick” Dress? That thing is so short, it looks like a blouse…
“Awh honey, bring it to the laundry room. It’ll probably go away” Tricia tried to assure her daughter, but Waliyah just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I was going to wear it to the party tonight” she whined
“Ypu have a lot of other dresses, why don’t you wear those?” their mother suggested but the girl just shook her head
“But i wanted to wear that one…”
“Do you want me to take you shopping?” Zayn asked making Waliyah’s head snapp in his direction.
Zayn was quiet and didn’t usually socialize. He liked to stay in his room and play video games, use the internet and mostly draw or paint. He never took his sisters out, nor went out with his mother.
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Imaginary Lover ... - Zarry Stylik ✔️
FanfictionZayn is bored with his life. He has friends, but he feels like he's the annoying one that no one likes, so he doesn't really open up to them. He loves singing, and music generally, but he also likes visual art such as photography and paintings. One...
