RED

Vulnerable :Chapter 14

ZAYNS POV:

I knew exactly where I would take her to hide out. When we first came to this place I found this secret or should I say hidden door in a bed room. This door led to another room downstairs. I decided that, that bedroom was mine. I call it, 'Zayns getaway.' The room is now plastered in graffiti, and all my artwork. It's my getaway. None of the boys know about it, and therefore it's perfect.

"Zayn where are we hiding?"

"Don't worry, we just gotta move fast! And where I'm about to take you, you can't tell anyone about." I tell Red.

She nods, and follows. We finally reach the door, and when I open it she speaks up, "Uhhh, Zayn are you trying to take me down there to kill me?"

I chuckle. As if! She'd probably kill me even before I'd get the chance too.. But I don't. I open the door for her and she goes down. I close the door behind me and lock it. As soon as the lights turn on she gasps.

"Zayn, this place is...." I close my eyes waiting for it to come. "Amazing! What is this place?" I open my eyes and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, and laugh.

REDS POV:

"It's Zayn's paradise." He simply says. I look around at the place. Im amazed! "Is all of this your doing?" I ask. He nods.

"Wow." I gap.

"My grandmother used to be a painter. I could sit there for hours just watching her. When she bought me my first paint kit I was more than ecstatic! She was wonderful.. She's my muse for half of this.." He says pointing around the room.

"Where is she now?" But I already knew the answer to that, I just wanted to ask. He looks at me then looks down shaking his head. That's enlighten for me to get it. "Oh." Is all I can say.

We stand there in silence. Finally he looks up and stares at me. He doesn't say anything he just stands there and stares at me. Finally he speaks up.

"Y-you're really beautiful, you know."

I sure wasn't expecting that. I look down. That's the first I've been told that. But I also don't take complements well.

"It's okay you know.."

"What?"

"To be complemented."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Silence. Again. I don't like it.

"Red?"

"Y-yes?"

"Tell me about your self...." Oh boy.. "Over dinner." I gulp. I had it coming for me.

"Okay." How'd I become so vulnerable in those 2 seconds? What is wrong with me? But the way he talked about his painting, and his grandmother. It was just... Oh goodness! What am I doing?!

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A/N:

An update? Whaaaat?! Haha I'm only getting better!