Art [zjm]

Chapter Nine // Mornings

I wake up to the sound of Zayn's beating heart.

Zayn is possibly in love with me.

I practically jump up at the thoughts swirling in my head but I try not to let them affect me too much. After all, it could have just been his exhaustion that triggered some sort of confusion. He could have been saying that about anyone, in all honesty.

It is Friday and I feel like jumping up and down with pure joy.

This is going to be a good day.

I arise from my much needed sleep and almost go to the bathroom. After about 20 minutes of washing my hair and body I step out of the steamy University showers and grab all of my toiletries that I brought along with me.

I get back to the dorm to find Zayn still asleep and lightly snoring away. Sometimes I quite wonder what other people dream of in their sleep or if they even dream at all.

While I am practically contemplating the meaning of life lying on the bed next to him, only in my towel he stretches his arms above his head and reaches under his pillow.

He pulls his phone out and blinks a bit before looking at the time.

He looks over to me and says, "Didn't really expect you to be here. Then I noticed that we are in your dorm, after all." He laughs

I laugh along not really knowing if he is going to be like this the whole day or not.

"What time is it?" I ask as he types away on his phone.

"Only 8:00."

I nod and grab my clothes for the day. I grab blue capri's, white v neck, a black jean-jacket, and black vans.

Zayn is mindlessly still typing away on his phone and I shake him out of his thoughts saying, "Zayn, look away."

"What, why?"

"Because I am getting changed."

He drops his phone on the bed and covers his eyes.

"You have 5 seconds before I uncover them."

I quickly put on my clothes and I am only in my bra when Zayn uncovers his eyes.

"Zayn!" I shout covering myself with my shirt.

I feel his eyes rake up and down my body as he sits there staring at me.

I put on my shirt and jacket as I can still feel him staring.

"You told me you weren't going to look!"

"Hey, I said you had 5 seconds. I gave you way more than that."

I roll my eyes and throw a pillow to which he catches and throws back.

"You need to get up." I say putting my socks and vans on.

He groans and when he stands up my eyes are all over his torso.

"Stop staring." He mocks me and I immediately look away feeling a blush creep up on my cheeks. "It's alright, it was cute." He laughs again.

I really like this cute side of Zayn.

It makes me think that there really is a lighter side to this dark shell he has created himself to be.

"I will see you in Art Class, babe. I gotta go." He says kissing me on the lips.

"O-Okay." I say as he rushes around.

"I'm going to work, if you were wondering." He laughs as I nod and I walk around the University Campus before ending up in class.

In Photography we present our ideas and Louis whispers, "Are you going to the party?"

"What party?"

"Hosted by Ford Hall. I can't believe you haven't heard considering your boyfriend lives there."

"He is not my boyfriend."

"Uh huh." He mocks playfully as we sit through the rest of the presentations.

During Art Class, it is mainly Zayn and I talking about what we are going to do for the weekend.

"Zayn..." I say trailing off.

"Yes?"

"I didn't know your hall was throwing a party." I say and it catches him off guard.

"No way in hell are we going."

"Why not?" I asks as he bites his lip.

"I-I have some catching up to do a work."

"And what if I go to the party? By myself?"

"You will look like a fucking loner and plus I am dragging you to my work."

"What, why?" I ask shocked as we are dismissed to go to our dorms.

"To meet my parents... And my sister."

I dress casual to meet his parents because even though they're in a corporate office, they dress casual since it is a family-owned business.

"If they freak out on you, I'm sorry." He states dragging me in.

As we walk in, Zayn's grip on my hand gets tighter and tighter.

I can feel a bunch of eyes on us as we take the elevator to the top floor, where his parents work in their office.

They gasp as they see us walking hand in hand and greet us.

"Mum, Dad; this is my friend, Shaylen."

I don't know if I am nervous meeting these business moguls or if I am just mad about Zayn calling us friends.

Zayn and I are clearly not just friends.

I think I am nervous and hurt by both.

"Hello, Shaylen! I am so surprised that Zayn has actually brought another human inside of this building!" His dad laughs as I uncomfortably laugh with her.

"Where is Waliyha? I am sure that she will like having a girl around! That is if you can keep her around."

Zayn's grip tightens as I pry my hand out of his.

"You know, Shaylen... If you're looking for an job, you can always come to us for one."

"What? Really?" I ask as Zayn tries to pry me away from his parents and I's conversation.

"Why yes! It would be lovely to have you work here! What are you majoring in right now?"

"Well Art but I definitely do Photography on-"

"Photography! Perfect! We will talk later... Now go, meet Waliyha!" His dad says ushering us to the elevators.

"That was weird." Zayn snorts once we are going back down to the first floor.

"That your dad spontaneously offered me a job?"

"No, that they acted so nice." He laughs but I can tell there is still a hint of seriousness in his voice.

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