Hey Angel (ZARRY)

Chapter 5

Harry was released from the hospital two days after. At least, his worries subsided and while Harry was resting, it gave him some alone time to think and focus. Louis' father cornered him making him do graffiti on his newly opened restaurant. Without Harry's presence, it was somehow boring but it was fun nonetheless. Though, this was because in truth, it was only one less person bothering him. Because the whole gang was there plus Daniel who learned how to pest him like his sister Cara did.

'It was difficult to do graffiti with really large walls, I was not used to it but it was a good experience.' Zayn says to Louis's dad. 'Once I thought of it as soiling white paper. That made it easy to do. I hoped you like it.'

Louis's dad laughed, 'It was good! I love it! Here, why don't you bring this food and eat it with little Harry.' He hands Zayn a casserole.

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Thanks to that, my brush feels less heavy now. There's one month until the Pulitzer Institute Exhibition. With a month, this time I should be...

'Ah!' Zayn screamed and heaved seeing Harry smiling at him, 'what are you doing here?! You're supposed to be resting!'

'Zayn, help us with our assignment!' Louis declared giving Zayn not an option to say no.

Cara laughed, 'Sorry, we have a project. It's about poem interpreting it into a painting.'

'Yeah! And we're shit at it! So help us!' Louis yapped like as if they're about to do something exciting.

'Then why did you have to bring Harry too!?'

'Because I want out!' Harry chimed in climbing into Zayn's lap.

Zayn sighs...

...

'First, think about the poem. How did you understand it. Then imagine a picture out of the poem.'

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'Eh, you ain't painting all fuzzy like usual?'

'Fuzzy?...'

'Everything begins with the fundamentals'

Louis pouted and pointed at one of Zayn's painting, 'I wanna do painting like that! It's real showy!'

'Ah...that's imperfect. And I did that out a whim. That's not how I usually paint.' Zayn said looking at his painting, it really looked different from all his paintings but it was a scratch and something he honestly not sure if he could do again. He did that painting after Harry was sent out of the hospital. It was sloppy. 'If I can do something like that again, I'd like it to be acknowledged first before I teach it you guys.'

'Acknowledged? by whom?' Cara asked.

'Until I win grand prize at the John Moores Painting Prize next month.'

'Even if I don't win a prize, it looks good to me. Instead of fussing over that stuff, I'd rather have fun painting.' Louis beamed.

'Have fun, huh...You three really are kids.' He scowled and gave Harry a paintbrush and a palette, 'here Harry, you paint a butterfly.'

'Okie!'

'Yosh!' Zayn exclaimed, 'Now that I'm your teacher, you'll definitely get high grades. Once you do, you're sure to understand why I care so much about winning them. You'll paint for one full hour, starting now!'

'Eh!?'

. . .

'Man, I'm pooped!' Louis dropped himself on the floor and Cara has her face flat on the table.