“What do you mean she broke it?” Zayn tried to keep calm but he was clenching his free hand into a fist.
“She wanted to hang it in her room and it fell… i’m sure we can fix it, only the frame is broken” his mother said reassuringly but Zayn felt furious. He wouldn’t have been furious if it was one of his paintings, but it was the painting he had bought at the exhibition and he had dreams about the freaking guy, of course he would be mad.
“No mum it’s probably scratched and ruined. TELL HER TO NEVER TOUCHG MY STUFF AGAIN” he lost control at the end. He was really sad that his fave painting had been broken.
“Don’t be mad honey, you can buy another one” his mother said but Zayn shook his head until he remembered that she couldn’t see him.
“I wanted that one. Just don’t throw it away, i’ll see if i can fix it when i’m there… or just sent it to me by mail please, and the two photographs i bought”
“Okay honey, whatever you want” his mother said “Waliyah says that she’s really sorry and that she wants to make it up to you because she knows that you really liked that painting”
“It’s already done mum, she can’t do anything about it, just tell her not to touch my stuff. By the way i have to go now, i have plans. I love you, bye”
“Bye honey, have fun and i love you too” his mother said. Zayn smiled at her words and hung up, shoving his phone in his pocket and making his way towards the door.
He was regretting the fact that he hadn’t taken that painting with him. Not only because it got broken, but also because he had the sudden urge to see it at random times of the day. He would just flip through the pictures on his phone and stare at the pic of the painting he had taken.
Not to mention that he had also drawn a million sketches and painted the same amount of paintings imagining that face that he had thought and dreamt about.
He found himself in the cold winter night and he waved his hand to get the taxi driver’s attention, before getting into the one that stopped right in front of him and telling him Liam’s address.
Zayn thought that Liam and Harry lived together and he was really surprised to find out that they didn’t. They planned to do it though now that Jade had moved out of her and Harry’s flat.
He watched the multiple lights and buildings pass by as he sat on the back of the cab, patiently waiting to be dropped in front of Liam’s complex.
He texted Liam telling him to come out so they wouldn’t have to exchange cabs and as soon as the taxi stopped, Liam got in and they told the driver the new destination.
They first had thought about hanging out at Liam’s house but then decided to go watch Fast and Furious.
“You’re late” Liam said as soon as he entered the car
“I’m sorry, i got held up with something” Zayn said pouting when he remembered the broken painting again
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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...
