Black

Chapter 26

They wiped their mouths with a napkin after taking the last bite. Sach taking barely visible bites from her breakfast. Letting her thoughts eat her out instead.

"You ate more than yesterday." Zayn pointed out, crossing his knife and fork on the white plate, flashing her a smile.

She nodded, taking another sip of the warm tea. "You said we got a long day today. Shouldn't I eat enough to function?"

He smiled in response.

They slipped out of the kitchen after Zayn's request to get ready. 

Sach threw on a dark denim jeans and a white top. Gathering her hair in a long pony tail away from her pale face. She slid in her worn out converses and she was ready to go.

"You're not changing?" Her voice echoed as she ran down the stairs, Looking down at the golden eyed boy.

"I'm always ready." He flirted with a smirk as he stared back at the way her jeans hugged her curves and the way her bright top made her glow. She wasn't trying to impress him in any way, but she certainly did.

They both put on their heavy jackets, making sure they'll be as warm as home.

"So, Where are we going?" Sach asked excitedly, as she made sure the seatbelt kept her safe.

"Somewhere special." He responded.

After driving for 35 minutes, they were in a place Sach did not recognize. The streets seemed dull and the sky looked even sadder. With a barely seeable sun, the whole place looked depressed.

Her bright eyes scanned around as Zayn were parking in a spot she was sure they shouldn't be parking at. The neighborhood looked lonely and abandoned as they were a zombie apocalypse, Big chances no police officer would care about their car.

As she was thinking, the door she was leaning on slowly opened. Revealing Zayn's hand. She shook her head back into reality and unbuckles her seatbelt. Taking his hand as a supporter, she hopped off the big tall car and landed into the cold floor covered in soft snow.

"Is this the part where you violently murder me and burn my body? "

Zayn let out a throaty laugh. He, then, threw his arm around her shoulder and grabbed her cold hands into his bigger ones. Intertwining his fingers with his.

"Don't be scared. Just stay close."

"What are we doing here?"

He looked down at her and did not response.

They were soon climbing an old metal stairs. It shook under their body weights and Sach was shaking just as much when Zayn was walking normally. He's used to it.

They walked into an old flat –as it seems to be-. The door was broken which made it easy for Zayn to effortlessly open it. Sach followed.

 Her bright eyes widen as she looked around. The "flat" was a mess. Obviously haven't been used in at least a decade. Everything was torn and covered in dust and dirt. The only light was coming from a 6 inches crack into the wall.

She took shaky steps into the destroyed place. Making her wonder what happened and what caused a home to turn into such a creepy place.

She kept walking in. walking into slow circles analyzing the walls, which was covered in paint and drawings and words.

"I always thought it was cool." A soft voice spoke, causing her to jump. She turned around only to see Zayn appearing from the shadows. Holding a huge box.

"It's a nice way to express." He looked around, "Harmless and unique." He said setting the box on the dusty floor.

"Graffiti." She mumbled.

"Yes," He grabbed couple of sprays from the box. Shaking them hard as he spoke. "This place is my studio."

"I thought graffiti was streets art?" She said. Taking steps closer to Zayn.

"Not for me."

"Because it's illegal?"

He let out a laugh. Mocking her. "No, because its private art. I come here every once in awhile to get my head clear. I let my emotions out in this. art is my only escape. I would not enjoy my emotions being drawn all over the streets."

He reached out for a small wire hanging from the ceiling not very far from his head and pulled it down, causing the old lights to flick open. Lighting the place enough to see. And even though the lights were on it was still dark.

"Here, give it a try." Zayn said tossing her a bottle.

"What do I say or draw?"

"Be creative."

Sach bit her pink lips and thought for a second. She bent down and took few more sprays and walked over to an empty spot on the dull wall. she took her jacket off, making sure it wouldn't get dirty and then rolled her long sleeves up to her elbows. She took a deep breath and shook the bottle one more time before attacking the wall with her thoughts.

Zayn sat back and watched her body dance. She'd stand up on her toes reaching out as far as her body would allow her then the next second she'd sunk down and draw low. She took a bottle after a bottle. She was focusing with her tongue slightly appearing from the corner of her mouth. She kept her whole attention on the colors as she was creating something that would save the earth from an alien attack.

Zayn was admiring her from afar.

After she was done, she took a step back, taking one last look at her work. Her pink lips stretched into a grin as she felt the satisfaction through her veins.

"What do you think?" She said proudly.

"Flowers?" Zayn stood up from the end of the room, walking closer. He place his arm around her shoulder.  "This used to be a hardcore place, Sach." He laughed as she rolled her eyes.

"It's not just flowers, you see" slipping away from his grip. "It's meaningful. It's my life timeline.

This flower is white and fresh. Presenting my young ages when I was a kid. Enjoying my world." She said pointing at the first flower.

"And this flower," She moved to the next one. "Is little bent down and darker. It lost its glow. This is me when I was a freshman."

Zayn shrugs. Never letting her leave his sight.

"And this flower is brown,  more bent and more wilted and broken. That's me when my parents got divorced."

She paused.

"And this," Her voice getting low. "Is the black flower. Which presents my life at the moment."

Zayn opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it back. Words don't have much effect at situations like that.

He got up and grabbed a bright paint and drew a huge sun above them. With fluffy clouds dripping small drops of rain.

He turned around and said; "The sun is me and you are my flower."

Sach let out a giggle as she rubbed her teary eye.

"And those drops of rain is my love. I will fix you. I'll take care of you 'til you're a beautiful flower again." He reached out for her hand and squeeze it. "Even though I think you're a really beautiful flower right now." He grinned and she shyly did.

He leant down, craving the taste of her lips. only when the asthma blocked his way. Sach started to sharply cough from all the dust and paint spray around her. She felt as her lungs were no longer filled with air. She reached down for jacket pocket, placing the inhaler between her lips and taking a big breath.

"I think we should go out for some fresh air." Zayn said

She nodded. Throwing her jacket on her shoulders.

Zayn took her small hand into his bigger one and kissed her cold knuckles. Sending her smiles.

"I'll get you better. I will fix you." He whispered almost to himself as they left his secretive place.