The Sketchbook

Chapter Six

Ashley's POV

Chapter Six:

I stared at the road in front of me and listened to Zayn's instructions on how to get to his house. My knuckles were white from clutching the steering wheel so tightly. I was a nervous wreck and I knew exactly why. Because I loved Zayn.

"The house on the right is mine," Zayn said.

"You live here?" I asked in a shocked voice. If you saw his house, you would know why I was so surprised. His house was huge and absolutely amazing. It reminded me of one of those perfect rich people houses you would see in a movie.

"Yeah. Come on," He laughed before grabbing my hand.

"Wait where are we going?" I asked him. Instead of walking towards the house, he started walking towards the large buildings in the distance.

"You'll see," He said before quickening his walking pace.

After a few minutes of basically running to keep up with Zayn, we finally stopped in front of a huge building.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

He ignored me and let go of my hand. Zayn grabbed the latter that was built on the side of the building and started climbing up.

"C'mon," He said.

"You're going to hurt yourself. Get down," I told him.

"It's perfectly safe I do this all the time. Now come on," He said again.

I sighed before grabbing the latter and starting climbing up it. "Are we going to get in trouble for doing this?" I asked.

"By who? This place has been abandoned for years," He said.

We silently climbed the building until we reached the top. Zayn grabbed my hand and I stepped onto the roof of the building.

"Isn't it great," Zayn said.

I sat down and looked around. "What's so great about being on top of an old building?" I asked.

"You will see once it gets darker," He said.

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my knees to my chest. The faint sounds of the city filled my ears.

"Why are you dating Harry?" Zayn randomly asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You said back in the bakery that he cheats on you. Why would you stay with someone who cheats on you?" He asked.

"I need the popularity," I told him.

"You are willing to let him mess with your heart just so you could be popular?" He asked.

"Pretty much. Without Harry I won't be popular."

"What's wrong with not being popular?"

"I've worked too hard to give up my popularity."

"Why do you even want to be popular?"

"Because everyone likes you when you are popular," I told him.

"Why try to be something you're not just so other people will like you?" He asked.

I sighed. "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"I'm just trying to figure you out," he shrugged.

I nodded and looked around again. I could tell why Zayn liked it up here so much. Far away was hundreds of tiny lights from the city, shining brightly against the dark sky. It was really beautiful.

"Look up," Zayn said.

I looked up and saw the stars for the first time in awhile. The city lights were always so bright, the stars were never visible.

"Now do you see why I like it up here?" He asked.

I nodded my head and continued to look at the stars until I saw Zayn stand up. "Where are we going now?" I asked him.

"Back to my house," He replied before grabbing my hand and helping me stand back up.

After climbing back down the ladder, Zayn and I walked back towards his house. The walk back seemed longer than before.

"Okay I just need to warn you about my parents. I never really bring people home so they might get a little crazy," Zayn said when we reached his house. He slowly opened the door and we walked inside.

"Is that you Zayn?" I heard a voice say from another room.

"Yeah mom," Zayn answered back.

I looked around his house in amazement. Everything was so clean and shiny. There was just too much to take in at one time. "Woah," was all that could escape from my mouth.

"Let's go to my room," Zayn said.

I followed Zayn upstairs and to the room farthest to the right. Once we were both in he quickly closed the door and sat on his bed. "Welcome to my room," He smiled.

"Your house is amazing," I told him before sitting next to him on the bed. "Shouldn't you tell your parents I'm here though?"

"They'll find out eventually," He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked around his room. There was a few articles of clothing in a pile in a corner but other than that everything was neat and organized. It looked extremely empty and bland for someone like Zayn to claim as his room.

There was a small knock on his bedroom door. "Dinner is downstairs honey," His mother said.

"Wait here for just a second," Zayn said before standing up and leaving the room.

I continued to look around the room until I noticed his sketchbook on his desk. I grabbed stood up and held it in my hands. I was about to look inside the sketchbook until Zayn came back in the room. I quickly set it back down and smiled at him.

"I hope you're hungry. My mother insists you have dinner with us," Zayn said.

"That sounds great," I replied while walking towards his bedroom door.