Art [zjm]

Chapter Three // Jealousy

I walk to the stadium and find Louis. I sit next to him and we go out on the field to take pictures.

Well, I'm mainly taking pictures, he's staring at Harry's ass trampling around kicking the football/soccer ball is what Americans would call it.

I take excellent pictures of Harry and his team-mates when I spot a black haired tall figure in the corner of the field, taking pictures as well. Right as I am thinking if that is Zayn, the football spins towards Louis and I take my camera to capture the moment.

It spins towards his head and instead of running away like a scared pussy that I thought he was, he hits it with his head and passes it to Harry. I click the shutter button right as it happens and when I review the picture, I am in awe.

Not only because of my great photography skills to capture the moment on camera, but also of what Louis looks like.

His head is tilted and he is smiling bright-eyed as you can see Harry in the distance awing at his new boyfriend.

I high-five Louis and show him the picture as he gives me a thumbs up and cheers Harry on more.

I walk over to where Zayn is standing and reviewing his pictures, I greet him nicely.

"Hey Shaylen." He smirks and walks over to me.

"Only my mom calls me Shaylen..." I inform him as I take another picture.

"Well now I do too. I didn't even know that was your real name. That's just a cute little nickname." He laughs and I can see his perfectly chiseled features light up in the moonlight.

"Stop staring. It's rude." He states as my cheeks burn red.

"Well I just- I... I don't really- Um. How's your day?" I stutter out as he laughs at my nervousness.

"It's been fine so far. Tell me, why do I make you so nervous?" He asks leaning in towards my face.

"I- I don't know."

"Is it how I dress? Or maybe it's how I look, hmm?" He asks as I take it as a rhetorical question.

"I don't like your vibe, Zayn." I state.

"Well maybe I don't like your vibe, Shaylen." He sasses back as I turn around.

"Excuse me?"

"You're all miss prissy when you should be enjoying the College life. I don't know why you're so damn uptight about everything. Like Jesus, can't you have a little bit of fun?"

I scoff loudly as he frowns.

He obviously doesn't know anything about me. How my mother always pressures me into doing my best and making sure I have high marks. It is evident that his parents did not give one fuck about his marks or what he did.

"I don't know what your problem is, Zayn. I try to be nice to you and what do I get? I get treated like shit."

"That's your problem. You let people step on you. Walk all over you like a door mat and them you expect things in return. I've only known you for like a day and I can see that." He scoffs as I turn away on my heel.

"You're only walking away because you know I'm right."

You're wrong. He is completely wrong. I do not let people step all over me and I am going to show him.

I start taking pictures of the Football team a little more after they won and I head back to the dorms. I get there and Sarah is back tapping away anxiously on her phone.