Pulse

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ZAYN POV

Dakotas driving way over the sped limit but I don't mind, the hard gravel under her car feels nice and the scenery is nice.

It's break for three weeks out of school, for finals and grading and finishing first semester. I haven't see Dakota for three days, since Jenna's bonfire at her grandparents, I woke up the next morning with nothing but white blankets and no Dakota. No one knew where she went and I didn't bother to look for her I knew she wouldn't feel the same sober.

She showed up a hour ago to Harry's and told me: Sorry for ditching. My mom wasn't okay. Come with me now.

I shouldn't have said yes but I did, and now I'm in her car going somewhere I don't know but yet I don't care. It's quiet and relaxing.

"We are here! This is the place I wanted to show you." We reach this abandoned building. Dakota parks her car and gets out and so do I. She grabs my hand and pulls me with her.

She gets the key from her pocket and unlocks the door. This wearhouse, is literally in fields of nothing, in the middle of nowhere. But when we get inside, there's posters hung on the walls and paintings on the floor, there's paint and brushes everywhere aswell as oil and canvases and it's beautiful. Writings and bits of newspapers are everywhere on the walls. She grabs a pack of cigs and hands me one and I nod.

I walk along the wall and examine each art and my jaw almost drops. She comes beside me, "I knew you'd like it."

"These are great. This is just old building filled with sick shit in here....ha-ha I like this one." I point to cool batman metallic drawing.

We walk to a couch in the middle of the wear house. "My grandpa, left me this. A year before he died his all like, I'm gonna get out all my hunting shit and wood out of here and I want you to paint this place and come here when you want to do some damn art because your good at that and this is all yours."

She lights her cigarette and hands me a lighter. "No one knows about this. Just me, and my mom. But she's never came in here but because this is where I go, she has to know where I'm at you know?" I nod.

I keep looking around this building. It's incredible, this place is huge filled amazing art that Dakota did all by herself. "It's amazing Dakota, like I look at your canvas in Art all the time but this....this is just-" "Wait you look at my canvas?" she interrupts me, and smiles.

"Finish your smoke so we can paint." She says standing up.

"Your going to let me paint?"

"Yeah. I look at your canvas too, your alright." I stand up and roll my eyes.

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"Okay...are you ready? I'm done." I say. Dakota and I are siting down on a thin blanket filled with smears of colors on the floor. Were criss crossed sat infront of eachother.

"Almost...." She says. She's so focused and beautiful. She's so into it, I hope i look as dedicated when I'm graffiting or drawing as she does.

I decided to draw in charcoal, pencil and little soft color pastels. I drew a outline of a girls face. The place where an eye would be drawn (since the face is from a side angle) is replace with a huge wave of crystal sea. To represent depth and curiosity that lays within them. The lips are replaced with a snake that forms a smile. To represent unforgettable, soft, dangerous to the touch but dared to be touch. Then the rest of the painting is flowers on all over the face expect for the eyes and mouth. To represent, beautiful mind.

"Okay I'm done. Ready? 1,2,3" She says leveling with my eyes. Her smile is big so she must be satisfied with her art.

"Holy shit." I breathe. We swap canvas and examine eachother. "Are you kidding me look at yours...this is incredible" She says in a tone of voice I've never heard before.