Paul's Assistant

Home Alone... Sorta.

Chapter Thirteen

Home Alone... Sorta.

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After the "WHERE WERE YOU"s and the "WHY'D YOU BOLT"s Liam and I were taken back to the flat.

I still hadn't talked to Liam about the whole singing-to-me-while-in-a-coma thing but I'll get to it eventually. Now, I had other things to do.

The guys told me that they'd be recording all day so now I have the house to myself. I pretty much had a whole list of things to do.

First. The art room.

I absolutely LOVE Zayn's art room. There's just so much to do!

I climbed up into the attic and stood up, admiring the new pieces Zayn had put up.

I made my way over to his sketching supplies and picked up his sketchbook. I flipped open the cover to see a cartoony portrait of himself. Next was Harry. Then Louis. Then Liam. And last was Niall. There was then a picture of the whole band and it was pretty spot-on. I happily flipped through the black and white drawings and doodles. Until I came across one that caught my eye... literally.

The picture was of me. It wasn't like all the other ones that had been cartoonish and silly. This one was a real-life picture. It was me, looking over my shoulder, into the eyes of whoever looked at the portrait. The whole picture was black and white, like all the rest... Except my eyes. My eyes were painted a striking teal like how they actually are.

Oh wow...

I flipped to the next page in the book and started to draw. I wanted to draw Zayn. As sort of a thank you.

I started off at his jaw and worked my way up to his ears and perfect quiff.

*some time later*

I have no idea how long I've been up here but I'd finally finished the portrait. Instead of coloring his eyes, I focused attention to the "ZAP" on his right arm, painting it red and yellow like his actual tattoo.

I signed the bottom of the picture and propped it up on his table so that he'd see.

One down... Next on my list was cupcakes.

CUPCAKES!!! YAY! I love making cupcakes!

I rushed out of the attic and washed my hands. But when I turned off the water I heard a noise.

Oh my god... someone broke into the house...

Suddenly I felt my blood pumping like it had the day I'd saved those girls. I quietly snuck out of the bathroom and down the hall. I saw a tall, male figure in the kitchen and crept up to it. He switched on the light just as I kicked him in the side.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ooooooowwwww......" Harry groaned.... HARRY?! OH GOD!

I immediately rushed to his side. "O-oh my god!!! HARRY?! ARE YOU OKAY?!" I asked.

He groaned. "I-i think so... Wow, that was YOU? I thought there was a burglar..."

"Me too... Ya, that was me."

"Wow, I guess that's why Paul wants you."

I grinned and helped Harry to his feet. "Why are you home so early?" I asked.

"I finished my solos."

"Oh. Well, I was just about to make cupcakes. You wanna help?" I offered.

"Hm... let me think about- YES! I LOVE CUPCAKES!!!" He said, jumping around like a giddy teenager.

Harry and I skipped into the kitchen (yes, skipped) and got out the ingredients. Harry wanted to do vanilla and I wanted chocolate so we comprised and chose marble (swirl).