One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

At The Park (Zayn)

Date Completed: 

 APRIL 15, 2015  

Every day when you were younger, you visited the park. One day, when you were sitting on the bench writing, as you normally did, a cute guy sat beside you. He had perfect black hair, a defined body, and distinct features that seemed like they could be easily recognizable.

You glanced over, and quickly realized he carried a drawing pad with him. Neither of you spoke, just working as you smiled and snuck glances at each other occasionally.

This continued for a few days: the slight smiles and the not-so-secret glances at each other, every once in a while turning to see the other person starring right back then, as a result, switching to the view of the ground and blushing.

After about a week of this, you spoke up.

"I have a proposition for you." you said shyly.

Expecting more, he replied, "And what would that be?"

"Well," you blinked shyly away from him, "what if we switched?"

His eyebrows raised in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I could draw you something, and you could write me something. At the end, we switch back our stuff and see what the other person did." you answered unsure of yourself.

He thought for a moment, making you rethink your whole idea of asking him. After a reality of about twenty seconds but what was an eternity for you, he grinned and chuckled happily a bit.

"I like that. Let's do it."

You beamed and exchanged materials with him.

"What do you write?" he questioned after a few minutes of starring at the blank page.

Dang it! You never thought of this! I write romance stuff! I can't tell him that; it would be embarrassing! He would think I was SO weird! You mentally sighed at yourself for not thinking of a solution to this dilemma sooner.

"I write Sci-Fi!" you told him all to quickly, trying to come up with the manliest genera of literature you could think of.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah!" you affirmed confidently with your mind lost in space already thinking you had succeeded in deceiving him.

"Because this story looks a lot like romance."

You were immediately jerked out of your daydreams and turned to see him reading the make-out scene of one of your most romantic stories. Oh my god, no! Your mind sceamed, and apparently your mouth did too, because he chuckled and looked at you.

"It's okay. You're really good." he assured.

"No, I'm not." you mumbled, but he heard you.

"Yeah, you are. You shouldn't doubt yourself. I know what to write now. Don't worry, okay?"

Reluctantly, you nodded. "Okay. What do you draw?"

"Nothing!"

You gave him a 'really' look and smirked, taking the opportunity to flip through the pages and review his previous artwork.

"Wow! This is amazing!" you breathed, astounded.

He shook his head, not making eye contact with you as his cheeks turned a light pink. "Whatever. Let's just start, yeah?"

You smirked and commented, "Yeah. I know what to draw now. Don't worry."

With that you both started to work. This time, you actually had a conversation! You exchanged favorite foods, colors, hobbies, etcetera. At the end, you knew a lot about each other.