My black tie was a little tight so I grabbed it and tried to adjust it a tad before fixing the collar of my shirt and then walking into the art gallery.
"Zayn, hurry up mate." Liam called. I had the feeling my collar was a tad off but because I wasn't in front of a mirror I wasn't completely sure if it was fine. I could just ask the boys, but then again they might just say it looks fine so I look daft in front of this upscale crowd for their own laughs.
I sighed and caught up with the boys, we were to attend this gallery opening. It was a charity event and all the money collected would go to a foundation to help children with autism. We were always into these kind of things, wanting to help and of course we have the money and power to do these sort of things so we jump at the chance every time we can.
I couldn't feel as confident as I normally would because this shirt collar was rubbing my neck awkwardly, it didn't feel right. I grabbed Louis's shoulder,
"Mate, does my shirt look okay?" I pointed to the general area of my neck.
"Looks fine to me."
I sighed and shrugged. I saw a man in a suit with a tray handing out champagne and I could go for a glass. I made my way towards him and took a glass thanking the man as he nodded his head in acknowledgement. I decided to take a stroll and check out the paintings in the gallery. All profits made from paintings that are sold tonight will also be sent as donations to the organization this event is for. Plus my flat could use another masterpiece anytime.
I admired some paintings and some others made me scratch my stubble covered chin. Some of these weren't really "art". One of them was just a huge red triangle against a white background. I looked at the information plate under the painting, The Question is in the Answer by Jon A. Simon.
I snort, what kind of joke is this? Some people were looking at it intently as if it was the Mona Lisa. A preppy art collector studied it and discussed it with a man who I assume is the artist.
I kept walking down this particular section of paintings intent on finding one to my liking. I made my way to the end, the last painting catching my eye. It was of a boy, probably about eight or nine drowning in the water. I don't know if it was how amazing it looked or the fact that it was also so disturbing.
The boy looked calm, like he had accepted the fact that he wasn't going to make it. The water looked beautiful even though it was killing the boy. I wanted to save him but it just didn't seem like he needed saving the way his eyes were half closed, half open and his mouth slightly agape while he drifted slowly deeper into the water. I looked down at the information plate underneath it. Sleeping Brother by Y/N Y/L/N.
