Hour’s later
“Zayn! Sweetie! Dinner’s ready!” Trisha called up the stairs. She was wondering what Zayn had been doing up there this whole time. She was worried, of course she was, but Zayn has been such a quiet child and he mostly kept to himself even when other family members came over. He only really opened up to Trisha, herself. Yasar even had quite the time trying to get Zayn to even tell him what he wanted for his birthday.
Zayn came rushing down the stair, racing into the kitchen, wrapping himself around Trisha’s leg.
“Zayn what did I say about running in the house?” she scolded him. He looked up at her with big eyes before letting out a small sigh.
“Not to do it, ‘cause ‘ll get hurt. ‘m sorry momma, but you gotta see the picture I drew for you! What you think?” Zayn brought a piece of paper from behind his back, setting it in Trisha’s awaiting hand. She brought it up towards her to get a better look at it.
“Oh hun, this is beautiful. It’s absolutely amazing!” Trisha leaned down, pressing a kiss atop of Zayn’s small head. He had drew a small pink rose, that had so much detail in it, she was surprised that her Zayn drew something so beautiful at such a young age.
“Momma! Momma! Put it on the fridge momma! Please?” Zayn was jumping slightly with excitement as Trisha pulled a magnet from the fridge top to hold the picture up.
“There sweetie, look at that! It’s right here for everyone to see your beautiful artwork!” Trisha said as she pick up a giggling Zayn and kissed his forehead before setting him back down.
“Go get your father and then we can start eating!” Zayn ran out of the kitchen into his father’s study, telling him that it was time to eat. Yasar came into the kitchen, giving Trisha a quick kiss before going to grab the plates and silverware for their dinner.
“Yasar, take a look at what Zayn made today!” Trisha said giddily. Yasar looked over at the refridgerator and was instantly taken aback.
“He made this?” he asked in disbelief. Trisha nodded her head as she grabbed some glasses.
“He sure is something special.” Trisha said in a small voice, before walking out to sit with Zayn and begin eating dinner. Yasar just hummed in agreement before joining them.
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Just A Drawing (Zarry Stylik)
FanfictionEverything Zayn draws comes to life. He doesn’t remember when this exactly started but strange things have been happening to him ever since he first picked up a pencil. He would wake up to find a flower on his desk, or a bird in his room, when he wa...
