Chloe's Point of View
"Where are you?!" I shout, flying my hands through my hair.
I've been home from the university for about an hour now and I've seemed to have misplaced my book bag somewhere and it's driving me batty.
I spent nearly all day looking for it after classes at the college. And here I am, tearing up every inch of my room to maybe find it.
It has my skateboard, most of my school books, and my sketch book.
My sketch book.
It has a bunch of personal drawings in there, what if someone has it right now and is looking at all the pages? I've drawn things to do with Zayn countless of times. I swear I'm not some obsessed psycho, it's just what I find myself doing when I get lost in the thought of him. That's not weird, right?
Zayn's Point of View.
"You can just drop me off at my apartment." I tell Harry as he speeds down the London streets.
"You don't want to come back to the gang house?" He asks and faces me with a puzzled look.
"Nah, not tonight." I answered and he didn't say more of the subject before turning onto Chester Street.
"Doesn't Chloe live in one of these complexes?" Harry wondered out loud as his smirk appeared again.
"Yeah, I actually think it's the one across from mine." I told him as he slowly pulled the car to a stop.
"Small world." Niall commented. I could just hear the mischief dripping from his voice.
I slid out, not forgetting to snatch Chloe's book bag, and nodded my head at Harry and Niall before jogging up to my apartment while hearing them burn out and drive away.
I twisted the key in the door on the right of the balcony before pushing into my flat. I set her book bag on the sofa before flicking on a lamp to somewhat lighten the dark apartment.
I made my way over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer before returning to the main room and plopping myself onto the stiff couch.
I picked up Chloe's bag and placed it on my lap. It was a deep, navy blue with random things pinned over some areas. I lifted up the main flap and began my nosy searching. There's some school books, notebooks, drawing pencils and pens, and a larger notebook with random band stickers all over the front.
I immediately pull it out and start flipping through it.
On the first page was a drawing of a rose that was absolutely amazing.
It was shaded perfectly and the colors were perfect as well.
I flip to the next page and my eyes land on something that makes my heart leap in my chest. It was a drawing, of me.
I was leaning back in a chair with a cigarette in my fingers. There was a puff of smoke coming from my lips and I was wearing a black hoodie.
I was wearing that hoodie yesterday in art class. And art is the only class that the professor actually let's me smoke in. I quickly look to the bottom right corner of the page and saw her signature and under that was a date.
November 8th. Yeah, that was yesterday.
It makes my pulse quicken at the thought that she was studying every detail of me and sketching it down on paper.
A small smile creeps across my lips as I turned to the next page.
My mouth falls open slightly as my eyes come in contact with a page filled with graffiti and dark colors.
'If you're always in my mind, may I have you in my heart?' Underneath that was another sketch of me. This time I was smiling, and my eyes were looking off into the distance.
This girl is like no one I have ever met. And I love it.
•Chloe's POV•
I slammed down onto my bed, exhausted.
