Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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"Is this some sort of joke?" Mrs. Rose says, the principal of Lake Michigan elemantry and I proceed in confusion as she examins my drawing.

"Mrs. Rose, I believe you told me to find a muse and that is what I did." I say, trying not to let my frustration show since this damn lady holds the fate if I'm going to be able to get this home or not.

"Yes, a muse that is appropriate for k-5, as in drawing flowers or a lolipop. I had no idea that you would end up drawing a women laying in a hospital bed practically at deaths doorway but still smiling. Now I just don't get that." This old wrinkled principal that sits in front of me keeps nagging and all I can think about is how I want to punch her.

For this picture was hell to draw, I had never drawn a human before. "Mrs. Rose, this isn't just any girl, it's my best friend, she practically died in my arms, practically read her suicide note unwritten to me, she tried to end her own life, but she survived and guess what?"

I wait for Mrs. Rose to say something but she just gestures me to proceed. "She tried to kill herself again, it being that she told the nurse she hadn't taken her tens of pills when she had, she tried to overdose twice in the same week. Not to mention the previous years she tried to kill herself too."

"Miss Holland, it seems you do not know what type of people to surround yourself with." The little shred of kindness that was left in my body snaps and I jump from my seat.

"What kind of person says that? My best and only friend is practically dead in the hospital and you sit there like some god damned queen sitting upon her throne like your better than everybody else!" I yell, and then straighten my skirt and polietly sitting down.

"Now Miss Holland I am hoping that you do not yell at your students like that." She flatly says.

"What?" I question, staring wide eyed at this confusing lady.

"Or else you will be fired, you know yelling at these children who barely can spell anything over encyclopedia." She laughs, bringing out a folder.

"So you are saying I got the job?" I wait to get excited, I need a final answer before I get my hopes up.

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"Zayn!" I yell, running out of the taxi I took to the construction yard and finding Zayn working with out his shirt on and nailing a wooden board to the side of a newly constructed building.

"Zayn!" I yell again, making a fool of myself as I run through the dozens of sweaty men, but only looking straight towards Zayn, and I half forget that Clyde also works here in the construction yard too.

"Trish?" He wipes his forehead and squints in the hot sun, looking at me to see if this is real.

He tries to say, "What are you doing?" But I cut him off and jump into his arms (hoping he catches me like in the movies).

My legs wrap around his hip bones and my arms go around his neck, pulling myself close even though he is sweaty and slippery. I press my lips to his, enjoy the taste of his lips that I haven't had as often since he has been working 7-a to 7-p every day for the past three days and when he gets back to the pool home he goes straight to bed.

"Trish, I'm at work." He laughs when we pull back, him finally dropping me to the ground. "Now what was that all about?" His smirk is dead sexy and I can't help but to smile back, at both of my exciting news and just him in general.

I hide the now crumbled piece of paper behind my back and smirk. "Nothing really, I just felt like coming here and kissing you."

His expression falls. "Trish! You can get me in trouble." I laugh at him and how serious he thinks I was being. I wave the paper in the air and smile from ear to ear.