Hey Angel (ZARRY)

Chapter 10

'Zaynie! Zaynie, I came to play!' Harry screamed and tried to open Zayn's door but it was locked and no one was answering him.

'Huh?' He used the backdoor and opened it.

But the place was empty...much like to how it used to be. 'Huh? Zaynie?...'

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Liam stared at the covered canvas. He hasn't ripped the cover yet. He was waiting for Zayn and just as he thought of his best friend, Zayn opened the door to his office. Well, the building is actually owned by Zayn, the Zain Art Attack but Liam was his manager slash dealer slash annoying best friend so he held a position in his studio.

'You got here early.'

'Did you get my canvas?' Zayn asked .

'Yeah. It arrived ages ago.' Liam said pointing at the covered canvas. He took off the cover and he smiled as it revealed a beautiful masterpiece. 'As huge as it is, it sure looks grand.'

'Yeah.' Zayn agreed but he suddenly exclaimed grabbing Liam's collar, 'Are you saying it wouldn't look grand if it was small?!'

'That's how you took what I said?' Liam looked at Zayn shaking his head in disbelief.

Zayn cowered at the corner covering his head with his arms in defense, 'Even if you're still an apprentice, you're something of an art dealer, Liam. Are you only praising the size because you don't know any better? Or is the size the only thing praiseworthy about it?' he murmured.

Liam looked at his bestfriend annoyingly then he sighed, He's still a real pain in the ass... he thought. 'Well, calm down. The director should be here soon.'

'The di –' Zayn looked at Liam horrified, totally forgetting why he was wearing suit instead of his usual wear code. He woke early so he could prepare himself. Liam said the director was coming to meet him. He didn't really know what to say, the last time he spoke with him, he lost it and punched the old man. What if he made an ass of himself again?

'May I please have a glass of water?' He kindly asked Liam, his throat was getting dried from just thinking of possible scenarios. Why couldn't he just paint and submit his art in the exhibition? 

Liam sighed and looked at his friend, 'Are you gonna be alright?' he handed Zayn a glass of water as the artist slumped himself on the chair. 'What am I supposed to say to the director?'

'an apology, obviously. You returned because he said he'd forgive you. The rest depends on your state of mind.'

Zayn sighed again.

'If you keep sighing like that, you'll bring me down too.'

'The director is going to look at my painting soon. What am I gonna do if he lambastes it before I exhibit at Pulitzer? I'll never be able to recover. No one's gonna buy my paintings again. My studio will close down. My dad will force me to work in his company again.' Zayn rambled on.

'I don't think he'll do that. You brought it because you felt confident about it, right?'

'As someone who's known me for a long time, what do you think? Would you be able to tell I painted that?' Zayn pointed at his painting and Liam followed his gaze.

'Ahmm. When you ask me that way, I'm not sure how to answer...But I think it's a good art. Very bold and eye-catching. i never would have imagined you painting something like this before.'

'That's my point!' Zayn shouted at Liam.

'Huh!?' Liam cringed at Zayn, not really sure what he was on about.