candid | Zayn AU (Completed)

3 | cafeteria

There's a musical play coming up in a week and I heard she's the leading character. Of course I went to the theathre after my class. I had a time to spare.

I sat far away from the small crowd, but close enough to take pictures of her. It wasn't long before they had start rehearsals. My camera is prepared, taking shot of every scene I could possibly get.

Then she came into view. My heart fluttered at the sight as my insides bounced with excitement.

I zoomed in, trying to get that picture perfect emotion. All the time she was on that stage, she's so pure. Her brown orbs glistening with happiness. Each note she hits perfectly, each lines she uttered, each moves she makes. I took every shot I can of her.

Her widest smile. Her acting tears. Her powerful anger. Her painful expression. Her dazed state. Her.

I wanted to make everything that makes her, her, last because she's a rare jewel. A rare, beautiful jewel.

I wasn't allowed to applause. Heck, I didn't like the attention if I did because I'd be the only one. So I sat there silently, smiling proudly towards her. I saw her walk down the stage and I run down to catch up with her.

"Smile!" I say. She turned around with surprise and click.

"You! I wasn't camera ready, delete that! I probably looked like a hairy donkey."

Love, you're beautiful.

"I'm pretty sure you don't look like a hairy donkey."

She run up to me, trying to grab my camera, but I was taller and quicker, making it almost possible for her to reach above my elbow as I raise the camera up high.

"Let me see it at least." She complained, jumping in attempt to grab the camera once more.

"Uhm, no."

She gave up with a huff like a cute child about to throw a tantrum. "Fine then."

"Aww, is someone mad?" I teased, poking her side.

She's one of those very tickilish people according to her story.

"Never on my side, never."

A smirk spread on my lips and I begun to attack her with tickles. She tried to run, but she couldn't. She's unable to protect herself as I continuosly poked her side.

"God, he's so hot." I heard someone say a bit too loud.

"With his tattoos, perfectly styled hair, beautiful eyes-"

"God, Jenny!" Someone interrupted her. "I know, he's hella hot, but his a total creep! Who knows what he does with that many photos."

And I stopped. She noticed my distanced gaze.

"That's the sad part. Too bad he wasted it. He could've been the most popular guy in school."

My head hangs low as I slowly dropped my hands from her. Embarassment filled me and I was about ready to leave, when she pressed a hand on me.

"Hey... don't listen to them..."

Her hand is so gentle and soft against my cheek. My eyes met hers, her smile brighting up my day in an instant.

"Yeah..."

"Come on, rehearsal is over. By the way, I'm feeling a little bit hungry. Let's eat!"

Her hand grabbed my tattood cover one and dragged me out, away from the judgy crowd.

I was silent all the way until we reached the cafeteria.

"Hey, why suddenly so silent?" She nudge me playfully.

At first I hesitated, but I sked the question that was bothering me anyway.

"What did you see in me? Everyone see me as a creep, a stalker, but you saw something else. Why?"

I never thought she would smile. She rests her chin on her palm and propped her elbow on the table.

"Because I see you as someone very unique. You're passionate when it comes to photography and you have your own style. There's something you see in other people that they don't and they always get the wrong idea. Some people just don't get you, but such as life, right?"

"You mean life is not fair."

"It never is." She shrugs, taking a bite from her green apple.

"My mama told me once that even if you're the nicest person or worst person to ever walk the lands of this unforgiving world, it won't matter, because people are a bunch of naturally born as judgy bitches. They'll still have something to say by the end of the day ─hey that ryhmes─ but what matter is that you stayed true to yourself."

I managed to smile with muse. For this was the first someone said such a thing to me, that sort of boosts my own confidence. The only problem is, I never knew what to reply.

"You're actually the first guy in this school that actually didn't talked to me because of what I am physically." She paused, a weak smile plastered on her lips. "Or teased me because I'm half Asian."

"You were actually the first one to talk." I say, lightly laughing.

"I just thought I should talk to you because you were reading my favorite book and you know... after what I said earlier."

I thought back that cherished event. "I really didn't know you're into fantasy books."

"You and me, both."

"What?" I chuckled, furrowing my brows slightly.

"Disregard what I said, have this extra granola bar my mama gave me instead."

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I was pooping while writing this, that's why it had a shitty end. Forgive mehh