Hiraeth.Malik.

Chapter 4

Arabella Roberts

He was on my mind all day. He was a mystery that I hoped I could solve. He was a tangled mess of thoughts and questions that I hoped I could decode. All I knew was that he was color blind. He was quiet and he was beautiful. His eyes held so many secrets. An untold tale.

He was an artist. The charcoal on his fingertips, the paint under his fingernails and the faint, unnoticeable green brush stroke on the base of his neck were all signs of an artist. But what really gave him away was the tattoos that would appear every time his shirt sleeves rode up a bit. The faint smell of smoke when he was too close gave away that he was also a smoker. I couldn't imagine why somebody like him would refuge to smoking to blow off some stress when he could let it all out on a canvas.

What also stole my attention was what kind of artist could be? The one who draws portraits? The painter? Contemporary artist? 

Or the one with no muse? The one seeking an inspiration. A distraction that would take up his time. The lost artist. The one who draws to express not to impress. The one whose work is true and honest. I had a feeling that zayn was exactly the latter; because his eyes held so much sincerity and pain. But it was beautiful. Like him. Art had to be his outlet. I couldn't imagine an aesthetic as beautiful and breathtaking as zayn could create anything less than art.

All that occupied any thoughts that night was Zayn. Making my hot chocolate once I got home, the melting chocolate reminded me of his eyes. How beautiful they are. It was like god was compensating to him the fact that he was colorblind by locking the most intriguing and breathtaking colors into his irises. Seeing a flock of black birds out the window reminded me of his jet black hair. How soft and luscious it looked. The sunset and how beautiful the dusk scenery was full of soft and calm colors reminded me of him. This laid back aura he always had around him. The way the stars shone at night reminded of his bright smile.

I met him twice and I think I'm already falling. Maybe not in love; but into him. He was a magician. Everything he touched would be filled with a little bit of him. A drop of the ocean that is. But I was nearly filled to the brim with him. And I was doomed from the beginning, really.