candid | Zayn AU (Completed)

4 | friend

It's saturday and here I am wasting my free time as I lay on my unmade bed while other people at my age are out partying. It the morning.

My phone is dead and so is my laptop, considering that I didn't charge neither of it after falling asleep after I got home. Now all I could do is have a staring contest with the ceiling. Stupid, I know.

Deciding it'll be useless, I stood up from my bed and charged my devices. I got nothing better to do, so I helped myself by going downstairs and poured myself some cereal and milk on the bowl for breakfast.

I didn't notice I left my camera on the living room, which is by the way, dying as well.

Taking the bowl of cereal and my half drained camera, I went back upstairs and to my room to charge it. I took this time to see all the photos I've taken so far. Mainly, the majority of the photos I've shot are her unaware state, her purest emotions. I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all.

After I finished my small breakfast of a bowl of cereal, which I left unwashed on the sink, I went to the highest floor with my camera and towards the darkroom. I processed all the photos I've got, soaking them and hanging them to dry.

I took a step back and yes, for the first time I feel proud of my works, especially after what she told me. I found myself some new confidence and it has been helping my anxiety lately. It doesn't come as often as it used to now.

I left the darkroom as the photos were left to dry. Jogging at the other side, I entered my art room. I took the remaining yarn and cut long strands of it, tying each end to the thumbtacks nailed to each side of the wall until I run out of strands.

The first two strands were almost filled with photos of her. I seriously don't know what to do after I'm done with this. What am I going to do then? Why am I doing this? To clear my thoughts for a moment, I tie a black bandana to cover my nose and mouth then I grabbed some spray paints and begun spraying the remaing white space of the wall opposite to the photos.

I imagined her silky hair, her pointy nose, her thin lips, her soft hands, her fit features, especially her charming smile. This wasn't much of a distraction at all, was it?

Giving up the attempt to think of something else, I removed the bandana and settled the cans of spray paints that felt lighter and lighter everytime I use it. Counting the time I spent here, I guess the photos are dry enough. I went back to the darkroom, walking in a slow pace as I go. I just grabbed the photos captured with her and left the rest behind. Walking back to my art room, I begun hanging them.

It's been a month now and I still don't got the answer to why I'm so looped to her. I've never felt something like this towards to anyone and I don't think it's anywhere close to love. Like her, yes... maybe. I do.

I like her.

Obviously.

After I finished, I went back to my room to check the progress of my devices. I went on to my social media accounts, like a normal teenager would do, but social media easily bores me that's why I'm barely on it. I'm more fascinated to what the surroundings can offer me than staring at a screen for hours.

Talking about surrounding, maybe I should go out today.

I made a quick change of clothes and grabbed some money before leaving my house with my camera. I just stroll around the block, letting my feet take me to a random direction.

I eventually reached a park.

This might be a nice place to relax for a while. I got my camera to entertain myself anyway.

I followed the pavement inside the park until I settled on an empty wooden bench. Sitting down, I took my camera and begun taking shots of those people who doesn't have to force anything.

Kids will forever be the candid shots that'll make me feel somewhat satisfied and happy ─apart from her effect on me. It's because it's in their faces. Innocent features that made them look so pure, that this world hasn't corrupted their minds yet.

Before I let my thoughts take the best of me, I moved on to another spot. As I go, I mindlessly stopped when I saw someone familiar.

There she is, sitting on a blanket with... Jay. Jay, the basketball captain. Jay, the player and jerk on my list. Jay... that fucker.

They seem to be enjoying each other's company as I stand here, watching with longing. I ignored the aching inside me because what rights did I have to be mad and jealous? We didn't have a label, we're simply in each other's aquiantance. We're friends. She has all the rights to date any guy she likes.

The harsh part is that I'll never be one of those guys. I'm just a friend to her.

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Guesses to when I'll reveal the girl's name?