Muse (A One Direction Fanfic)

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"Was it really worth it?" Rylie askes. I look at her confused of what she was asking. "Like going though all that trouble just to know who was taking pictures of you? It's not that serious." She says, typing away on her computer.

Rylie and I are sitting across from eachother typing on our computers outside in the study park, we are writing a research paper on a celebrity's world vs. the our world. For Creative Writing, a English class.

I stop typing and look up to her, she does the same. "Yeah. I get distracted, it's dark so when the flash goes off it reflects from the mirror and it's annoying." I say. She nods her head, "So your going to meet up with Zayn and he's going to tell you why he does what he does and then what?" She asks. I shrug, "I'm going to tell him to stop." She laughs, "And he's going to listen to small ballarina Sky? I think your wasting your time, besides his crew and himself is literally a joke and you shouldn't be around shady people like that." I roll my eyes. The whole 'stick with your social group', I wish that wasnt even a thing. So stupid.

"Oh yeah I forgot "love all people" blah blah blah book by Sky." She imitates. I shrug it off, "Whatever. Still going to talk to him. Actually I should start going." I look at the corner of my computer screen and it's 5:30. I shut my laptop off and start putting my papers and notebook into my backpack. "If you don't come back after like 30 mintues. I'm sending Luke and the whole football team to look for you okay? To make sure your not dead or something." Rylie says smiling. I roll my eyes again and stand up. "Bye Rylie." I say waving. "Email me your paper, I'll proof it and send it back to you by tonight." I say. And she smiles and mouths a Thanks.

Half walking/half running, I head to girls dorm and go to my room.

Samantha Peterson, is my roommate. And she's on her bed on her side of the room. "Hi Sam!" I say. She puts her book down and smiles. "Hey Sky, how was working with Rylie?" She asks, sarcastically.

Sam, doesn't talk much but to me; she doesn't have to and I didn't want to push her to talk to me just because she's my roommate but she trusts me. I feel kind of special that she talks to me. She's so nice, and sometimes she puts her contacts in and I'm the only one that has seen her like that and she looks incredible. She's still very pretty with her glasses but she hides behind them too much. She has long strawberry hair and I adore it even though she hates it. She's funny and nice but no one but me knows.

"She's difficult sometimes, but she needs the help. You didn't go to classes today?" I ask while I change out of my sundress into black sweats and a sweater, I shove a black sharpie into my pocket.

"I...couldn't do it today." I turn around and look at her. Full of worry and guilt, I close my eyes. Good thing my back is to her and she cant see me, or she'll feel bad for making me feel gulity. I shouldn't have let her sleep in. "Some days I just..." I walk over to her and shake my head. "It's okay. Im going to talk to Zayn down at Lisa's. Do you want me to buy anything?" I ask. "Wait Zayn?!" She says standing up. "I'll explain later." I say smiling walking towards the door. "Here's five dollars could you buy me a cupcake and hot chocolate at the cafe?" Sam askes. I take the five dollar bill and shove it into my pocket. "Sure thing." I say pulling the door handle. "And thank you." She says just as I leave.

When I leave our dorms, the outsides wind hits me lightly. It's cold but not too cold, but just enough to feel it through my sweater. I get to the hill and I don't see Zayn anywhere, I walk down the hill and further into the woods to Lisa and still no Zayn. I take out my phone and the clock just turns 5:00 p.m. I start to get annoyed.

"Boo!" A shadow screams pinching my sides. I scream and stumble back, falling on some sticks. "Holy fuck!" Is the only thing I mange to say. Zayn helps me up while hysterically laughing. "Im so so-rry." I glare at him. "Not funny." I say walking towards the bench. I brush off the dirt on my butt and lower back but give up. Theres probably little peices, I dont care enough about.

"Okay..." He says breathing letting out a few laughs. "I'm actually sorry." He says without a giggle. "It's fine." I shrug.

We both say nothing for awhile as the sun infront of us sets into beautiful colors.

"So...first off-" I start.

"No stupid questions, and no follow up questions either or I'm not answering okay." He says.Not mean though, but assertive.

I nod. "Fine as long as you fully answer my questions." I say, His turn to nod.

"Why are you taking pictures of me?"

"I think your a great dancer."

"Besides my dancing." I press.

"I don't know what you mean? That why I take pictures. If I like something, I take a picture of it." He says turning to a already staring me. I let it sink in. "Why didn't you ask me?"

"To take pictures of you dancing? Would you have said yes?" I think about. No. "I would've thought about it." I lied. "No you wouldn't, you would've said no." He says smiling.

He's smile is so worthy and warm, I forget for a moment it's cold. His accent gives me goosebumbs as well, Its something from like england. Its rough and nice. Unqiue too since, I live in Maine and not often do you hear accents like he's or any matter of fact. I get back on topic, "Yeah, okay so if you know that then, why would you do it anyways? It's creepy, I don't get how you don't understand that taking pictures of someone without their knowledge isn't creepy."

He shrugs, "I think it's cool. I mean yeah, it sounds weird. And it's not really without your knowledge because you know Im there. You don't know it's me, but you know someone is. For awhile you didn't know and sometimes you don't know im there, and those pictures were raw because you weren't posing or anything you were real. The pictures were real." He shakes his head and looks at the pond. I wonder if he notices how incredibly stupid he sounds, like I do.

"Think of it as a blank canvas when it comes to taking pictures, when people know that they are being photographed it's like a black and white painting but when they don't know, when they are at there most vulnerable like you are when your dancing. It's a colorful painting." He says not turning to me. I smile at that, maybe even more than I intended to. I say a little prayer to myself, hoping he doesn't turn to face me because I don't think I can hide the smug look on my face.

It's still a little creepy but it's beautiful in a way too. "What do you do with the-my pictures then?" I ask. He looks at me, "I draw them, and throw them away." Im confused. "The pictures not the drawings." He says as if to read my mind.

"Can I see them?" He laughs, "You do. You just don't know it's you." He says standing up off the bench. "Im still-no, i'm even more confused." I say still siting on the bench. "If you open your eyes a little bit more, you'll see my drawings of you." He says. "Is that all?" I ask. He shrugs, "do you have anything else to say besides that I make no sense?" I try to think and the answer is no, I dont have anymore questions. He's making no sense. He starts to walk back to campus, in the direction of the boys dorms.

"Zayn?" I call out. "Yeah?" He says turning around. "Uh...come inside next time you want to take pictures okay?" I say. "Maybe you can get pictures." I add. He has a surprised look but nods laughing, I'm just as equally surprised I even said that but I don't take it back. "And!" I scream out. He turns around once more grinning, "Do you stalk me? How do you know I'm there?" I call out. "My sister use to go there." He yells lightly back. Now when he walks up the hill, he makes it and I don't call out his name.

I take out the sharpie from my pocket and hunt for a rock along the pond. I find a empty one and write on it.

Im a colorful painting apparently. And worth drawing of.

I write on it and even add a smiley face and the date. Instead of throwing the rock into the pond. I find a limp tree along it and put it there. Just in case I want to add more to the story. I tell myself.