Ash :
She barged in, she literally barged in. I pretended to have visited the toilet and I closed my door and put up the 'closed' sign out front. I pressed my ears against the door of the washroom to hear what she does. I must have come across as pretty rude, after all I locked the door even when she said she's coming over. I hear the slight jingle of the bells as she attempts to push open the door. "It's closed? But I just..", I hear her voice fall as she realises what's going on. And then what she did was incredible, after a few moments of silence and as I am about to go out I here a loud thud, "ouch". She actually came in through the wall hole, how clingy is she? "Tattoo artist? Are you pissing? Come on out, I bought food!". I let out a deep breath as I step back in. My palms are a bit sweaty, I blame it on the extra extrovert kind of behaviour of this girl but deep inside something tells me its because of her beauty. As I slowly step in, she stares at a painting with her back towards me. I go and stand next to her and she appears a bit shocked as I stand next to her. She looks up at me, the height difference is real here. She studies my face and looks back at the painting, "what does it mean?", is she talking about the painting? I stare at her in confusion and she looks back up, "the painting, what does this mean? A girl with a crown made out of skulls? That's pretty different to what you'd picture in your mind when I say girl in a crown, isn't it? Look she's crying too" I shuffle back and forth, she actually is so gorgeous. Her lips move so slowly when she talks, she looks so at peace right now, in contrast to what she was when she was hyper. "I guess, it basically means the uh devil in her head? Or that's what I uhm I think.. Yeah", I mumble and trace the face of the girl in the picture with my finger. I bought this painting back in my hometown, pretty catchy to me, sadness, skulls and stuff. "Your voice oh my god, why don't you talk more often? That was legitimately the most attractive voice I have ever heard. Lemme guess you sing?", She beams at me, as if she is proud of me for speaking. That smile, trust me, costs a billion bucks "Uh no definitely not", I shyly say. She smiles and looks back at the painting, "you should". She follows my finger as I trace the paints and suddenly remembers, "oh! The food! I bought biryani, its probably gone cold". I look at her out of disbelief, was she serious? "What? Did I do anything wrong?", her eyebrows furrow together and her hands play with the hem of her dark blue dress. "Are you being racist?", I question, "Racist? Me? Why would you think that?", she honestly looks more offended than me. It's cute if you ask me. "Please tell me you didn't bring Biryani just because I look south Asian", I plead and strain my eyes at her face, her eyes widen and she licks her lips in realisation, "oh my god, no, absolutely not, obviously not, I bought it in this morning and I just microwaved it, I am so sorry if I offended you, sorry like a billon times". I laugh at her for apologising so much. I don't say anything and she turns a color of a deep shade of red in embarrassment. I guide with my hand to proceed with the food. And I again go back to keeping mum, I still don't like her. I like her looks.
Only a pretty face.
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That night as I rest myself in my bed I think about her. How is she so happy all the time? Why am I not? And as soon as I ask myself that I go duh and cringe. Go to sleep Ash, the voice in my head says. I make myself comfortable and I can't decide whether I am happy to have her as my 'shop neighbour' or sad.
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CHEN - ELLE FANNINGS
ASH - ZAYN MALIK.
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