The art that is One Direction

Chapter 9

I sat in front of Zayns mirror for hours listening to Willow and Zayn having the time if their lives. No body cares that I was up here, pouting. Nobody cared that I needed a hug, or at least a question or some kind of feeling of sympathy. Anything, just a voice, and the person would be treasured in my arms. Nothing, just the sounds of the devils laughter. I walked downstairs, trying not to get angry at Willow. "Hey guys, could you keep it down, I have a headache," I moaned. Willow rested her head on Zayns lap as he played with her hair. That's when I broke down crying and ran to find somebody, anybody. I slammed into Harry's door and opened it wide open. I ran over to him squeezing him tight. I had "the feeling it wouldn't be long before Zayn and I were over.

"Babe, you okay?"Harry whispered. More tears just fell down my eyes. "I can't stand Willow, I want her out, or I'll go out," I demanded. He hugged me tighter, trying to let all my anger out. "That's your revenge talking, everything's going to be okay," he whispered, stroking my hair. I never noticed, but his curls and green eyes were extremely attractive. His girl would be lucky to have him. I rested my head on his lap, trying to forget about Zayn and Willow. "I'll get your stuff, you'll stay with me tonight," Harry said. As he walked away, Niall walked past, seeing me in tears. "Hey Lala, are you alright?" he asked.

Emotions were trying to find the right words. "I'll be okay Nialler," I said under my tears. He slowly walked away, looking worried. I wish the disaster Willow never happened. Harry came back with my suitcase and my art book. My art book is something I could always go back to in times when I was feeling blue. The first thing I opened to was a picture of a flower. I didn't draw it for me, I drew it for Shannon for her 15th. She always thought about her image in a negative way, but I thought she was prettier than the flower.

Next, was a picture of a unicorn. I never finished it, and I remember drawing it for Whitney after a book she told me about, it was her favourite, but I could never remember the name. I turned to a blank page and started to draw lines, most of the time that's how I came up with drawing ideas. For no apparent reason I would draw lines half way across the page and stare at the lines until they reminded me of something. I knew what I was going to draw, a cat. As the lines were soft, gentle, and looked as if it were fur.

Harry watched closely as I drew the cat sitting on a window ceil. "If you decide to colour the cat, it should be ginger," Harry whispered. I looked up from his lap to find his eyes staring into mine. "Tabby cats are cuter," I replied, poking at his cheek.

It was 12am, the start of the morning. Every minute of every hour I watched pass, being away from Zayn and next to Harry. He was a very quiet sleeper, and not a sound would wake him. We weren't dating, to my relief, but I kind of miss his affection towards me. Willow had crossed the line, she flirted with my boyfriend and didn't try to reassure me otherwise. She didn't care for the way I felt, so I had no faith in her.

The night was cold and depressing. A party from a few roads away must be getting busier, crowds of girls in short dresses and high heels, and high school boys just watching their walk. Buddy sat up in alert. I heard the door open, to see a figure stand and watch me. I had a suspicion it was Zayn, whoever it was, I wasn't leaving the room. The figure grabbed me by the arm and lifted me over his shoulder. Before I could scream out to Harry, a hand covered my mouth. "Please let me explain babe," Zayn whispered, putting me on his bed. When he reached out to touch my cheek, I smacked it away in disgust. "You let her touch you, you were touching her, what more do I need to know?" I yelled. He covered my mouth with his finger, pulling me closer to him.

I tried to move away, but Zayn refused to let go. I felt his sorrow eyes looking into mine, I wanted to forgive him, but him touching Willow frustrates me just thinking about it. "She refused to go out with me all the time, at one stage Willow bullied me for my religion," Zayn whispered. I cuddled him tight, trying to comfort him. "But, after a few years, we were friends, every time I go out with someone, she acts as if we're dating," he added. I rested my head on his shoulder. Even though we were so close, I felt like we were so far apart.

"I believe you, but I have more of a reason not to trust her," I whispered. "Trust me, she won't be anymore trouble," he said, kissing me on the neck. "Please don't Zayn, I get shivers down my spine when you do that," I whispered. He traced his hand along my spine, sending shivers all through my body. I froze at the feeling. "Okay, but your not upset?" Zayn asked. I kissed his soft lips, the thought of his kiss made my world stop. "Why would I be?"