Art [zjm]

Chapter Five // Numb

"This room...." I manage to stutter out. "It's beautiful."

"This took me years, Shay." He says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Can I... Look at them? I won't touch, I promise." I say as he hesitantly nods.

I observe everything with care and look at the details.

"These are very lovely paintings, Zayn." I smile as he cracks a smile back.

"I only show these to people I care about, Shay. You're one of them." He states making me stumble back a little.

Why does Zayn even care about me in the first place?

"Why?" I breathe as he sighs.

"I don't know, it's something about your vibe, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"You act all innocent-like, but I know you're really not like this. You are just waiting for the bad-boy; me to fulfill your wants and needs." He smirks as I shake my head.

"You're wrong. I need someone in my life that will treat me right. With respect."

He groans and changes the subject.

"So you really like these paintings?" He asks as I take a look around the lovely room one more time.

"Are you kidding me? This is art, Zayn. You have true talent. And talent like this shouldn't go unnoticed. I just wish you would show other people. Let them in for a change."

He frowns and asks, "Are we going to the party?"

We? As in, together?

"Together..?" I ask confused.

"Yes, together." He states as if I was stupid.

I shrug a why not look and we get in his car.

"Keep in mind, my mom's old car is still at your... Where you work and we will need to get it sometime or another."

"I choose another day." He smiles and grabs my hand once we are in the car. He drives with his left hand and takes my left in his right and entwines our fingers. I feel satisfied as he parks in the driveway but once we get out of the car, I feel all eyes on both of us.

I feel more and more self-consious as we are walking up the steps because I can tell that everyone has eyes on us. Lucky I dressed for the occasion because I wouldn't have time to change into something more practical.

One guy wolf-whistles at us and Zayn actually threatens to snap his neck in half.

I can feel the fear of making Zayn pissed off fall more and more onto my body and I realize I am shaking after we get inside the house.

"Are you alright?" Zayn asks staring at me as I involuntarily shake.

This only happens when I am nervous, of course.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. It was just chily outside." I reassure him as he shrugs and drags me into the main living area.

Everyone is either high or drunk right now except Zayn and I and this is the one time I don't feel out of place.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Zayn asks over the loud music that is blaring into my ear.

"Whatever you get is fine with me." I say as a smirk spreads across his face.

Probably shouldn't have said that because he could just drug me...

He hands me a clear plastic cup with a red-ish tint to the liquid in the cup.