He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 47: Art

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Anyway, as promised...
But it's short :/

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I don't know if he has just got me completely wrapped around his finger or whatever, but I really can't see any reason why I should not just make up with him as it is now. 

I feel like this whole 'ignore Zayn so he can learn his lesson' thing has become quite silly and meaningless. Though I still think I did the right thing, not falling straight back into his arms - or his bed - that day we were fighting, I mean I at least gave him some time to think things through. 

And I miss hanging out with him.. No I just miss him.

It's weird. Yesterday at lunch Tamara told me that Zayn had given her a ride home on Wednesday after Danielle's party - and that he just stopped by in his car out of nowhere in the middle of the night and asked for me.

It was nice of him giving Tam the ride though, and it sounded like she genuinely thought he was alright - or "not so bad" as she put it more specifically. 

Anyway I think he has definitely shown that he cares and misses me too, both yesterday when I kind of failed to freeze him out and now during art class where he keeps stealing glances at me, trying to make eye contact, probably surprised that I voluntarily sat down next to him.

I really wanna talk to him, but I'll have to wait until the end of this class. 

Today our ever so lovely purple haired art teacher are teaching us about shadows and how to draw shadows to make a pencil drawing look more realistic, so we have each been given a sheet of paper and a fancy, expensive looking, pencil to try and draw and apple with a shadow.

Mine sucks. My apple looks completely deformed and the shadow is way too dark. I'm really not all that creative.

Zayn's a different story though.

I can't help but admire the way he completely looses himself in the project, resting his left arm on the table in front of him, holding the piece of paper in place, slightly tilting his head in concentration. 

He notice me looking, and slightly turns his face towards me, a small smile spreading across his face.

I smile back, my eyes locking with Zayn's for a 3 full seconds before I turn my attention to his piece of paper.

- "You're good," I say, complimenting his surprisingly neat drawing. How the fuck did he do that!?

He humbly shrugs his shoulders, and peek at mine. 

- "Yours isn't too bad either," he says and jokingly points at my not-very-apple-looking drawing with his pencil, grinning.