Azalea ♡ Z.M

♡ Chapter 10 ♡

Do Better ~ Jack and Jack

Cologne, mint and spray paint.

That's the aroma Zayn Malik's bedroom possessed. Although his apartment smelled of hair dye, acrylic and makeup thanks to his sister Doniya, his room smelled just like him. Comforting.

It was spacious for an apartment bedroom. The walls were a matte white with a slight glow, except for one. One of the walls was covered with doodles and drawings. There were charcoal blacks and vivid pinks. There were delicately elaborated drawings and sloppy graffiti's. All together to form a beautifully messy mural.

"You did all this?" Azalea gawked as she skimmed her curious green eyes throughout the wall.

"Yeah, you like?" Zayn asked, proudly and very happy with her reaction.

"It's so cool. It's just like, whoa." Azalea looked at the wall.

She loved it. She loved the feeling it gave her. It was just so... Zayn. It was beautiful but with a hint of something dangerous. With a spark. Just like Zayn. He seemed to be a little bad and mysterious but really, he was a giant teddy bear that when you squeezed him he said "I love Taylor Swift."

"Back at home my mum would get so mad when I spray painted the walls. She'd be like, 'You're not going to draw on my walls!' So when me and Doniya moved, I was determined to spray paint an entire bedroom, but we weren't able to afford a three bedroom place, so I had to conform with this wall." Zayn explained.

"I love it." Azalea smiled.

"You wanna draw something?" Zayn eagerly grinned at her.

Azalea's eyes widened. "Like on the wall?"

"Yeah."

"No, no, no, no. No thank you. I don't know how to draw. I suck at it." Azalea rushed shaking her head.

"So?" Zayn shrugged. "That's the beauty of art Azalea. It can never be ugly."

You are art he wanted to say, but he decided to keep his mouth shut.

Zayn walked over to his closet and took out a huge black backpack decorated with doodles, dumping it on the floor. He took out a pencil and a marker, handing them to Azalea.

"No." Azalea stated.

"Please Azalea, I want you to." He pleaded, locking his amber eyes with hers. Azalea was weak against him, so she gave in.

Sitting on her butt in front of the wall, her eyes scanned it for an empty space. "Where?"

"Huh?" Zayn looked up to see her bewildered expression and uneasy eyes."Oh, just anywhere." He gave her a small smile.

Azalea took a deep breath and pressed the tip of the thick pencil on a blank spot. Her eyes closed as she scanned her brain for a good idea.

"I can't Zayn. I don't know how. I just can't." She huffed.

Zayn licked his lips. "Just draw what your heart wants. What it feels. Don't draw with your mind. Let this," he placed his warm hand on her beating heart, "do all the work. Okay?"

Their eyes locked together for seconds before Azalea blinked and nodded unsurely. She took a deep breath that filled her nervous lungs with oxygen and closed her eyes again. When she opened them, she didn't think twice and let her hand trace all over the spot with the pencil.

The pencil danced on the blank spot, as Azalea got lost in the loops and twirls, finding a certain peace in her mind. She then grabbed the marker and bolded out certain stuff and stuff.
Pausing to look at her work, she turned around and the air was stolen from her lungs. Zayn's face was fully concentrated on the wall. His tattooed hand held the pencil in place, making exquisite lines. Black eyelashes looked sinfully long as his big caramel eyes blinked. He didn't look human. He possessed a beauty Azalea couldn't comprehend. He, he was truly beautiful.