Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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"A muse?" Zayn asks and I nod, he leans against the bed frame and puts a pen between his lips, then brings it between his fingers. "What the hell is a muse?"

"Really? It's a good thing your job doesn't involve a degree in literature." I mock, dangling the dry paint brush against the sketchpad on my lap.

"Okay, that is cold." He jokes, laughing at himself and continuing to fill out his form for his job, the only thing he could find open that paid well was working in the construction industry, and Clyde also decided to get a job with him as well.

"It is only the truth." I stupidly wink at him and he laughs at my fail of acting cute.

"Okay back on the topic, why do you need to find a muse?" He changes the subject back to what we had been talking about before.

"Well that principal lady, I think her name was Georgia Rose or something like that; she said in order for me to get the art teacher job I need to make a sketch that's you know, something different." I explain, placing the paint brush down and grabbing a pencil to start sketching, well nothing right now.

"Oh," Zayn epmphasis his oh and holds his lips in place for a couple of seconds. "I still don't know what a muse is."

I get up and sit next to him on the bed, his strong arm grabbing around my waist and pulling me closer to his body. I chuckle in amusement before finally explaining to him, "A muse is something that inspires you to do something, sort of like an inspiration or something."

His eyes gaze at my lips before he looks back at me, causing me to break into a tiny laugh. "Then why don't you just draw me?" He jokes and I smack his chest before rolling off the bed and walking away.

"No way in hell I am drawing you." I tease with my back turned.

"You couldn't draw me if you tried." He kicks my behind and pushes me forward while doing so, I gasp loudly and drop my jaw to the floor facing him, and then leaving the room to grab a glass of water.

When I take a sip of my water, I notice Clyde sitting down by the window facing away from the main home, blinds open and looking out at the land, he is completly zoned out and I can tell that all he has been thinking about is Amanda.

"Hello." I mutter, taking a seat next to him and handing him a fresh glass of water. "You've been sitting there for hours, aren't you hungry? Thirsty? Something?"

He continues to stare, I snap a finger in front of him but he doesn't notice in any way. "I know, well actually I have no idea what you are feeling." I fumble, not knowing at all what to say to Clyde, fortunatly I haven't ever dealt with someone trying to committ suicide that I was in love with.

"I am going to go back to my room, if you need anything at all, I'm right here." I place my hand on his thigh and hope in return he will say something, all I end up getting is his gaze finally meeting mine.

"I.." He starts to say, but it comes out as a dull whisper and his mouth sounds incredibly dry, causing me to slide the water towards him.

"You...?" I ponder.

"I just need a hug." His eyes tear and I pull him into a hug, damn this has got to suck, losing your brother and someone who you have known for what feels like forever.

"Something good has to come out of this." I whisper smoothly running my hand on his hair.

"Nothing good will." He whimpers and tighten my grip, trying to be as good of a friend as I possibly can.

"When does she get back?" I ask, flattening his messed up hair whenever we pull out of the hug.

"I don't know, she's been gone for a week and the doctor says she isn't okay." he begins to explain. "He said that she still wants to kill herself, told one of the nurses that she hadn't taken her pills when she had taken plenty of them."