candid | Zayn AU (Completed)

6 | ride

I took a step back in my art room, admiring my finished work. The empty wall is now decorated with photos that held great beauty and pure portraits. The photos were arranged from the first to the last. Now that it's finished, what the heck am I going to do now?

I only did this to pry my thoughts away from her along with Jay. I wasn't really expecting that I'd finish it today.

And I hear Jay is throwing a 'small' party at his house tonight. Only those who are popularly known are invited and by popular, I mean by girls who are caked with too much make up, tight clothing and out for sex and alcohol along with boys who are looking for the same thing.

She got invited.

I can't help, but feel over protective of her. Everytime Jay throws a party, majority of the time, something or someone gets broken. His last party ended up two guys in the hospital from drinking too much alcohol. His party before that, a car ended up driving through the wall and I'm still wondering how that happened. Some parties before that included cops and students getting arrested for drinking underaged or getting caught with illicit things.

It's too much for her. If I found out that Jay does something, I'll be the first to knock some senses to him. He has the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and he can't just value that.

Sighing deeply, I exit my art room and run downstairs to the living room. I'm always stuck watching movies during the weekends. What's the point of going out when you have no company to talk to? My parents won't even visit until next weekend.

As I lay there on the couch, I mindlessly watched a random movie with no attention. I just stared at it blankly as thoughts filled my crowded mind.

Why couldn't life be easy like it's a movie? Why do movies have to coat the painful truth of reality just to impress the viewers? Why do I have to take my frustrations out on it?

The movie plays a girl, staring passionately to a man. It's just a movie, but the way they looked at each other was so full of love. I looked at her that way, though she just never notice it. I watch in longing because I'll never have her.

It hurts how only a candid of her can be the only way I can get close to her.

Having enough of it all, I turned off the TV and changed into some proper clothes before jogging downstairs and into the garage. I grabbed my keys and my helmet, putting it on as I swing one leg over. The twist of the key brought the vehicle to life, roaring as I play with it. The garage door opened and slowly, I drove out and the familiar sound of it closing behind me greets my ear before the sound was replaced by the roaring engine.

I ride aimlessly, not sure what path to take as the motorcycle drives over the pavement. The wind whipped my exposed skin and the feeling soothe me. My surrounding passed by in a blur as my care slowly fades away.

It's been a while since I brought my motocycle for a ride. I never knew why I stopped. The rush of the moment made me feel alive.

I decided to ride out of this small town for a while. I enter the woods, following the pavement still and leaving the busy street behind. I ride deeper and deeper to the woods, the engine echoing in a distance. I only stopped when I see a cliff by the side of the road.

I forgot when was the last time I've visited this place.

The sound of the engine slowly dies down as I bring it to a full stop at the side of the road and closer to the cliff. I removed my helmet, feeling the gentle breeze against my bids of sweat. Leaning forward, I rest my elbow on the metal barrier that kept me from falling to my death as I run a hand through my messy hair caused by the helmet.

It's a great view from up here. I could see the small town as the sun bleeds the color red, orange and yellow out into the horizon. Lights emerged from the small town when darkness begins to surround. I stayed up here long enough that the sky is already dark.

It's peaceful, something I craved for in a long time. Something I didn't knew I needed.

I took one last breath of the view and turned around. Being alone in a cliff side this dark doesn't bring good news. I placed back my helmet and retraced my path back the comforts of my home.

As I enter my garage, I hear a ding from my pocket. I stopped to fish it out and my heart jumped to see her name flashing on the screen.

'Hey'

Quickly, I texted back.

'Hey :) Enjoying the party?'

'Actually... I left the party.'

Before I could even text a reply, she started to call me. I wasted no time to answer.

"Hi, Zayn..." her voice trailed, somehow the background remained quiet.

"Hey... is there something wrong?"

"Am I bothering you? Am I disturbing something? Maybe I should call later..."

"No, it's fine. You got me doing nothing at all."

"Oh, okay..."

Silence rests on the line. Both of us unable to utter the right words as I swing a leg over and started to close the garage door.

"Can you pick me up, please?"

Without hesitating or thinking twice, I agreed. I wasted no time to open the door and hop back on. Placing my phone back in my pocket, I drove to the venue.

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Sad to say we're closing to the end.