Does He Know ~ Zayn Malik

Chapter : Ten

-Next Day (Tuesday)-

It's 7:02 right now. The doorbell rang. I crept downstairs as my mom answered the door. "Hello Ms.Hendricks. I'm Zayn Malik. I believe Sabrina told you about our art project?" He asked being polite. "Yes she did..did you bring any sketch pads?" She asked trying to get the truth out. "Yes mam, in my backpack." He said turning around. Okay enough awkwardness for him. I walked downstairs. "Oh hey!" I said. "Hey." He said. "Mom we're gonna be upstairs." I said. "Okay..oh Greg called. You know, her boyfriend." She said. "Yes mam. She talks about him quite a few times." Said Zayn and my mom smiled. "He said to call him." She added. "Kay mom." I said rushing upstairs.

I closed my door and he planted a huge kiss on my lips. "It drives me crazy not being able to kiss you in school." He said. "I have to call Greg." I said sitting on my bed and he laid down. He groaned and I laughed. "When are you going to tell him?" He asked. "I don't know." I said and he sighed. "Baby, you know my heart is with you." I said getting on him. He placed his hands on my waist as I bent down and kissed him. He smiled and I sat back up. I pressed call.

 "Hey honey." He said and I rolled my eyes. "Mom said you wanted me to call you." I said. "Yeah..you didn't call me back yesterday." He said. "I was busy." I said. "Oh...well um what are you doing?" He asked. "School art project." I said. "Oh what are you drawing?" He asked. "Zayn." I said and Zayn laughed. "Shut up Zayn! Don't laugh at me or ill make you ugly." I threatened causing him to laugh harder, causing me to laugh as well. "He's there with you?" Asked Greg. "Yep. Teachers orders." I said. "So where are you in?" He asked. "My room." I said. "Door closed or open?" He asked. "Closed...Zayn if you roll, I will fall. And if I fall you're leaving with a black eye." I threatened and he laughed. "Is your mom home?" Asked Greg. "Not sure." I said. "Oh." He said. "I have to go." I said before hanging up. "Well wasn't that pleasant?" Zayn joked and I laughed. "Shut up." I said getting off of him. "I want to start with the outline so sit still." I said.

Not even 5 minutes passed when my mom barged into my room. She was shocked to see him sitting in my desk chair and me sitting on my bed doing what we were supposed to be doing. "Um..yeah?" I asked looking up at her. "Oh Greg called me just to make sure I was here and knew what was going on." She said. Wow. "Well okay.." I said. "Okay." She said turning to walk out. "Wait! Does this outline look like him?" I asked showing her. She looked at him then at the outline, then back to him, then back to the outline. "It..actually does." She said. "Can you check mine?" He asked. "Sure." She said. He pulled his out. We said we weren't going to show them until the day we had to present. "Oh my God...you even got those 2 small freckles she has..and that sparkle in her eyes matches hers so perfectly..it's far from done but it's pretty amazing." She complimented and I smiled. Finally we're all on the right page.

I set my pad down and grabbed my phone. I began dialing. "Who are you calling?" He asked and I ignored him. "Yes honey?" Answered Greg. "Did you really have to fucking call my mom to check on me? I'm not 7 Greg. I'm 18. When I said she knows, then she fucking knows and I think I know how to take care of myself. I have been for my entire life. I'm getting sick and tired of you wanting to know what I'm doing every second of my life. My mom doesn't even ask me so why should you? If I say I'm out with friends, then I'm out with friends. You don't need to know exactly what we're doing. If I say I'm drawing Zayn, then I'm drawing Zayn. If I say I'm fucking Zayn well then I'm fucking Zayn!" I said all in one breath. Zayn just looked at me wide eyed. "Are you?" Asked Gred. "No! I said I was drawing Zayn and that's what I'm doing." I said really pissed. "I'm sorry.." He trailed off. "Yeah." I said and he stayed quiet. "I have to go." I said hanging up. "Well damn." Said Zayn and I laughed at his amusement.

-Thursday-

The last couple days, I've been going to Zayn's house and let me tell you this, he had the whitest little butt when he was small. Yes, the old baby pictures humiliation by family. Zayn went to pick up a pizza and just got here. "Hello Ms.Hendricks. I brought pizza so you wouldn't have to cook anything tonight." He said and she smiled barley taking off her shoes. "That's so nice of you! Thank you!" She said. "Can I use your restroom?" He asked. "2nd door to your right." I said and he left.

"I still don't like him. His tattoos..I don't know. He looks like your typical bad boy." She said and I rolled my eyes. "Mom stop judging. Dad wasn't so pleasant either." I said. "Yeah, your dad was a bad boy, look how we all ended up." She said and I grabbed pizza slices and put them on plates then walked up to my room. While eating, Zayn went through some of my art. "You are so talented." He said. "Thanks! Runs in the family I guess. My grandma is a pretty amazing artist. Mom isn't so bad." I said. "So how do you feel about presenting tomorrow?" He asked. "Shit scared. I hate being center of attention." I admitted. "You'll do great. Just don't make me sound too soft." He said and I laughed.