"Wake up!" I jumped up to a shout, and I grumble as a wild Zayn hops up and down on my bed. The weak springs that supported the bed squeaked under both Zayn and I's weight.
"What?" I ask Zayn, rubbing my eyes. He smiled widely at me, sliding in the covers beside me.
"So you know how I like to draw?" He scrunched his nose while gazing at me.
"Umm yeah why?" I sit up, looking at the alarm clock beside my bed. It was 8 a.m. why the hell was he up early?
"So I submitted a drawing to the local art museum- which I will take you to later- and they accepted!" He squeals and I smile widely.
"Oh my god that's amazing! Will it be in there forever?"
"Sadly, no. They did this drawing where they'd choose one lucky person's art to be in the art show tomorrow night. A lot of famous artists will be there tomorrow." He throws the covers back, exposing me to the cold winter air.
"I'm so happy for you Zayn, you really deserve this!" I get up, heading to the bathroom.
"Thanks! I can also bring 1 person with me to the art show." Zayn winks at me as he follows me into the bathroom. I squint my eyes as I get my toothbrush and toothpaste out of the medicine cabinet.
"Cool, the person you bring will be very lucky." You smile as Zayn sits on the toilet seat, watching you brush your teeth.
"Yeah I have a pretty hot date." Zayn winked at me, and my heart just failed on me right there. Why did he invite a hot girl? She wasn't gonna be there for him like I would, she wasn't gonna love him like I would. She wasn't gonna do what I was gonna do.
"Oh." I simply say as I walked out of the bathroom, looking over my closet. Might as well limit conversation with Zayn since he was gonna forget about me. I knew that this was going to happen sooner or later...
"Do you wanna know who it is?" Zayn followed me out of the bathroom, plopping on the weak support I called a bed.
"Not really."
"Well I'm gonna tell you anyway." Zayn commented back happily, and I grunted.
"Why?"
"It's you." I turned around to see Zayn right behind me, and I looked up.
"It's me?" Zayn grew closer to me, and I blinked.
"Yeah. Hurry up and get dressed, we are gonna set up for the art show tomorrow night." Zayn smirked at me as our faces were inches apart from each other. I nodded as he backed up and left my room.
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"Okay Mr.Malik, your artwork will be shown here and you'll have to present it to the crowd." The art director, Dr. Michael Shifflett, showed us how it was going to go tomorrow night.
"Oh um, I'm not good with crowds." Zayn looks nervously at me and I pat his back, and Dr. Shifflett shakes his head.
"I figured that was coming. That's why I already wrote this for you." He hands Zayn a little notecard with a few words on it. It was his introduction. Zayn looks at me and smiles.
"They made it easy for me." I smile back and Zayn looks back up at Dr. Shifflett and smiles widely. "Thank you."
"No problem, I know how the newbies are since so many go through here. You'll introduce after I introduce for the art show." Zayn nods his head. "Now you and your girlfriend there can look around, but the museum closes in one hour."
"But I'm not his girl-"
"Okay, thanks sir!" Zayn says quickly, interrupting me. Dr. Shifflett gives Zayn and I a weird look before running of.
"What was that for?" I furrowed my eyebrows at Zayn as he looks around the art museum. "Zayn!" I raise my voice and Zayn snaps his gaze towards mine.
"Be quiet." Zayn hushes me and I frown up at him.
"Why won't you answer me?" I whisper harshly back at him as people begun to stare at Zayn and I.
"Amber, calm down. I will tell you later."
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Merry Christmas everybody, or late merry Christmas ha. Well sorry for updating late, I'm shit at this. But if you guys wanna y'all can share this with your family, friends, and even pets.
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