The Directioners Forte

No. 68

Imagine - Confessions From Paintings [Z.M]

Zayn's POV

I rang the door bell of the house, and stood there waiting with the drawing I was supposed to show her, holding it close to my chest.

Her... I am talking about, (Y/N), we were 15 when she moved into our neighborhood. My mom went to their house to give the new neighbors some cake and that's when she discovered (Y/N) loves drawing and even she draws better than me. 

And from then, my mom thought it was a great idea to have her teach me painting and drawing, since I wanted to learn it as well, and I loved it too. Though, at the beginning I was really embarrassed that I have to take classes from a girl, same as my age. But after few months, she made me realize that learning the learning the thing is more important than bothering about who's teaching. And I also discovered that she was someone from whom I should take lessons. 

She excells like anyone in drawing, and she's also caring...and also laid back. But nowadays, my feelings towards her has changed a bit. Like, a good change. I am now, crushing on her for 7 months. 

"Oh, Zayn, come in! She's upstairs in her room." The door finally opened after a good ten minutes, her sister was always late to the door, and I was used to it. But she welcoming enough.

"Thanks." I simply muttered and rushed to her room. My heart was already beating a bit fast from the small run, from the door to her room but now its beating faster because I am going to see her. 

I knocked on her door, but no answer came from the inside. I opened the door and peaked my head first to see where she was, before finally getting in. 

There she was, sitting on her chair and her head lying on the desk, sleeping. I'd assume that she was supposed to study but got lazy again and fell asleep. 

I approached her sleeping form. Her hair was all over beautiful face, her lips were slightly apart. And I think, I might die from the cuteness, while a smile made its way to my lips.

I thought not to wake her up, unless I check her that notebook, which she's always secretive about. I went to her bed and searched under her pillows. My hand finally landed on it and I took it out with a grin. 

She was always mysterious about this diary of hers. Her always-drowsy-looking and misty eyes always got delighted and emotions whenever I asked her to show me this diary. Not to mention, she blushed hard too. 

And finally today I get to flip through the pages of her treasure.

I opened the diary, and saw the first page. 

I could feel all of my body heat rushing to my cheeks which means I'm blushing hard right now. And also, I will have a major heart attack if my heart continues to beat at this rate.

Why?

Because the first page of her oh so secret diary, contains my painting. She did an abstract style of drawing in it. I think, she made me look more beautiful in the painting. 

Now I think maybe, this diary is of her paintings of different people she knows? But I am really over the moon, to have her draw me at the first page of her treasured diary.

I turn the page. Wow, now there's a pencil sketch of...me? Page two and its me again? 

I hurriedly flipped through the whole diary and stop and some pages to see if it was still my drawing. And I cannot believe it. It was all of me from the first page to the last. 

Suddenly, a groan came from her desk and I saw her move in the desk. Putting the diary quickly in its known place I slowly walked towards her to see if she was awake. 

Alright, she's still in her great deep slumber. Sighing, I stood there flustered and enormously happy and excited as ever. She loves me back! And I thought I'd end up having an one-sided love life. You cannot wipe of the ear-to-ear smile plastered on my face at the moment.

"Zayn." I heard someone say. I looked down to her and I was again having a heart attack when I caught her looking directly at me. Her head still on resting the desk and she had sleepy and puffy eyes. I started blushing again.

"Hey..." I trailed off. She blinked slowly and brought her head up.

"And you're here for?..." She asked, scratching the back of her neck.

And I don't know what but I just shouted out-

"I know you love me and no need to be embarrassed because I love you as well, and I have from a couple months ago!" 

Her eyes widened and was blushing like I was. She got up and started smiling sheepishly, still scratching the back of her neck. 

"W-w-well... How..did-" she started but I cut off he sentence.

"I'm sorry but I saw your diary... But you know... I feel the same... for you." I said looking directly into her eyes.

I waited for a reaction.

 Then she lunged at me with a death-grip hug and nuzzled her face in my chest. While giggling and sniffling because she caught a cold yesterday.

"Get off me! I don't want any of your nose's nasty thing on my coat!" I teased her and laughed. 

She again passed that sheepish smile as she rubbed her nose. 

"(Y/N) are you ready yet? You have to go to the doctor's now, honey!" Her sister entered the room and we passed each other annoyed and sad expressions, before I said goodbye to them and was walking, or jumping my way towards my house.

I was never this full of emotions! And all thanks to her. My (Y/N).

And I realized that she did manage to get her nose's nasty thing on my coat. 

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