Blood, Fur, Fangs, And Love

What am I to do

Louis ~

I'm currently sitting in art class, day dreaming and drawing horrifically. The boy who was new a few days ago, his name is Zayn; can draw really good. He mostly draws black and white, some of it is really dark and terrifying. Some are not dark at all, and then some are a mix of mediums -- He did a drawing that was a black and white checkerboard background with what seemed to be blood splatters in the center. But within the blood was a white Lillie, and in cursive it was written; Lovely is a matter of taste... I don't know what he was getting at or what it has to do with him or possibly Perrie.

Right now I'm trying to fulfil the requirements of the project, it's all about pain this week. We always have a new theme for a week. Today my teacher said for us to paint a picture of the pain we have witnessed others go through but the look in their eyes. I thought about painting the time I watched life leave my youngest sibling's eyes but that might cause something. Then I thought about the time Eleanor watched that man kill a girl, fear and sadness... No. What I decided to paint was the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, but when they told me the reason why the life goes away from them at times.

His eyes are always bright and full of life, just not that time. Shame was the first thing I painted, then anger, layer after layer I painted them. By the time I was close to finishing I had used 20 different shades of green to describe them. I flared his eye lashes the way they curve out and frame his eyes perfectly. The last thing I did was add a single tear, that represented the first tear he let fall and caused his walls to reveal his heart. He was so exposed and I felt like I was will a child who needed to hear that they aren't alone...

"That amazing." I hear a voice come from behind me. Causing me to jump and my brush to fall to the ground.

"Th-Thanks." I stutter and bend down to pick it up, when I stand I see its Zayn.

"Who's eyes are those?" He asks and examines the painting closely.

"Um.. Harry's." I shift slightly.

"They are very beautiful, all the different greens and a small spec of goldish brown in this eye is really surreal." He looks closely into one eye.

"Thanks!" I sheepishly smile before taking a sip of my water.

"So how long have you two been together." I choke on my drink and start coughing, it doesn't faze him.

"Wh-What!"

"Louis it's obvious... To me at least I mean you already know my secret, you saw me at that club that one night." He chuckles and I look back into my memory. The night I saw that vampire and Rule snog I saw a vampire girl kissing a nonRule werewolf.... That was Zayn!

"Wait that was you... You're a- I mean one of us and she was one of them?!" I gasp and he looks at the ground.

"Her name is Victoria, she was my ex girlfriend. And she is the reason I'm hear... We were caught that night and she was destroyed on site as for me I have to live out the rest of my life until I find that one person. And I think I have... Perrie, she is the closest thing to heaven, she is closer than Victoria. I think I love someone who doesn't even know about me." I see a small smile creeps on his face as he stares into space. I'm happy for Zayn in some way.

"She knows who you are mate. Just give her time, maybe ask her to prom that's coming up in a few months." I suggested to him.

"Yeah maybe! I mean she has to say yes right or something like that!" He cheers and hugs me. A friendly gesture that's all.

"Okay class! You're dismissed!" She yells from her desk and we all pack up our art supplies. "Tomlinson, I would like to see you."

I finish with my clean up and cramming all my supplies into its bag before I walk over. She motions for me to bring the painting so I do, not knowing what she wants it for. She takes it from me and studies it ever so carefully, her lips are pressed in a straight line. There is something in her eyes that I don't know what to make of it, good or bad.