Hey Angel (ZARRY)

Chapter 9

                  

Zayn shivered at the cold water. His bath somehow had broken on its own and the heater wouldn't work. He sighed and decided to just wash his face with a wet cloth. After wiping his face, he looked at the calendar and the date he encircled, 'Two more weeks...the more impatient I get, the harder to paint well. For some reason, since I came to this place, there are times when I really want to paint. I feel something well up and my hands tremble.' Zayn looked at his hand and back at the blank canvass on the stand. He fisted his hand and let out a sigh. He remembered yesterday was another unproductive day, he was out playing dodgeball with the gang and some kid named James from the neighboring town.

'Zaynie!' Harry screamed his name on top of his lungs, he came waltzing inside Zayn's room without knocking again. Someone really need to teach this kid some manners, Zayn thought.

'let's play Tarzan! Tarzan!'

'Tarzan?' Zayn looked at Harry and he raised his brow at Harry's outfit, he was wearing a denim shorts, white shirt and an awful looking bandanna on his head. Zayn honestly thought Harry looked like a hobo. But a cute hobo.

'We play it over the forest near the river. It's gobs of fun'

'Oh, alright. Just for a bit since it's already four. ' Zayn agreed since he too wanted to get out of the house to get some fresh air.

'Yay!' Harry cheered and dragged Zayn out of his house.

Zayn imagined a totally different game so he was shocked when they arrived at the so called place where they would play. 'Say, this is...the most realistic Tarzan setting I've ever seen...'

There was a real vine connected to a branch of a huge tree. And below it where they would go swinging was legit a river.

'It's easy.' Harry said cheerfully pulling the vine slightly.

'No, it's not!' Zayn yelled at Harry, 'Isn't that a real vine!?'

'I'll show you how it's done!' Harry said confidently and got a strong hold from the vine.

'Stop! It's dangerous!' Zayn yelled and he tried to pull Harry's hair but it was too late since Harry already swung using the vine screaming like a monkey.

'Just...like that!'

What do I do? This doesn't look fun at all, Zayn thought looking at Harry miserably.

'Okay it's your turn next, Zaynie!' Harry said wiping the sweat off his forehead and handed Zayn the vine.

'As if I could!' Zayn yelled at Harry.

'Why not? it's real fun! You're a grown up, don't be lame!'

'You wouldn't say that if you had an adult's physique. It's completely impossible! There's no way this vine could support an adult's weight. And pleased don't do anything dangerous in front of me, Harry!'

'Okay. Then turn around Zaynie!' Harry said as he and grabbed and pulled the vine again, not an ounce of mock in his voice.

'THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!' Zayn yelled pinching Harry's cheek. He contemplated and pretended to agree. As long as this vine is here, somebody's gonna get hurt someday. Sorry Harry but I'm getting rid of this dangerous toy. Zayn curled the vine in his arm and started pulling the vine hard. I'll pretend to swing and tear it off.

'You're raring to go!?' Harry asked excitedly seeing Zayn took position to swing but he frowned when Zayn started pulling the vine instead.

Harry screamed and pulled Zayn's shirt stopping him, 'No, Zaynie! You can't stretch it like that! Stop it, it'll tear!'

Zayn laughed evilly as if he was doing the best thing in the world.

But Harry didn't like it one bit, he sniffled about to cry and pushed Zayn.

The next Zayn knew, he was falling, the vine still curled in his hand and Harry attached himself in his leg like a koala. Good thing he had a good grip on the vine, they didn't completely fall. It was his weight plus Harry's that tore the vine. They fell in the river with Zayn's face flat on the water. Harry was laughing like a maniac when he recovered from the fall.

'are you hurt?' Zayn's first concerned.

'Nope, I'm fine!' Harry said still laughing.

I thought I was gonna die. I thought I was gonna die. I thought I was gonna die. I thought I was gonna die. Zayn's mind chanted.

'Zaynie, you're bleeding!' Harry screamed as he panicked seeing the blood gust out above Zayn's eyebrow. 'I'm fine Harry. It's just a scratch.'

'You need a mugwort for that!' Harry panicked looking for a mugwort in the river.

'No, that's okay! It's not that bad!' Zayn stopped the panicking kid but Harry already found a mugwort and started pummeling the wet leave with a rock he found. 'This medicine will stop the bleeding!'

'I said it's just a scratch! That will only get bacteria on it!' Zayn grimaced at how Harry repeatedly hit the mugwort till it became pulpy. Harry forcibly put the so-called medicine on Zayn's head and wrapped it with his bandanna.

And Zayn yet again couldn't say no to Harry. So he just gaped at Harry as the kid fussed about his wound and put a most likely unhygienic medicine on him.

Time flew by, Zayn didn't notice that the sun had already set. They started walking back to his house, it was already dark. Yet another unproductive day...day after day I play with Harry or the others but don't get anything out of it. Is it really okay to just wait for the inspiration to strike? The deadline keeps drawing closer...closer...

'Zaynie, look!' Harry pointed his finger up above the sky.

Zayn looked up and see the vast night sky, millions of stars started appearing. Then he felt it again, the urge to paint something.

'Oh, a shooting star!' Zayn clasped his hand and closed his eyes, 'Please fix the loo. Please fix the loo. Please fix the loo. No, that's not it. Please make me win the exhibit!' he chanted and he saw Harry doing the same but he was silently saying his pray.

'hey, what did you wish?'

'I wished we could be together forever!' Harry exclaimed.

It stunned Zayn because he honestly didn't know the measure of Harry's attachment towards him, a complete stranger. He wondered if Harry knew what he was saying. Because every part of him agreed to it, even his stupid brain did and it shouldn't be when he was just gonna leave soon. Albeit, reluctantly denying that fact –the fact the he already loved Harry.

But he smiled down at Harry and messed the boy's curls.

That night when they went home, they ate dinner together. Niall went to fetch Harry at Zayn' house, he snickered at Zayn's poor aided head. And promised that he would get his father to bring him some medicine aid.

When the two left, Zayn stared at his blank canvas. He smiled and started mixing the paints he wanted so he could start his painting.

In fact, Zayn was so focus to his painting that he didn't notice the Town Chief. And George didn't want to disturb him so he just left the first aid kit on the table.

Zayn painted the Starry Night. 'As I thought, inspiration really is important.'