Please Remember Me A One Direction Fan Fiction

Fate Has Its Ways

(A/N): The picture on the right is zayns masterpiece. Please vote, fan, all that good stuff. Also i go to camp in a few days for a week so i will be uploading like crazy. Tanks for reading. Love ya.. XX

As I drive I plug in my IPod to stop the silence. I scroll through my playlist and stop at my favorite. When I press play I hear the voice of an angel.  

Come on skinny love just last the year 

Pour a little salt we were never here 

My Ma My My Ma My Ma Ma My Ma My 

Starin' at the sink of blood and crushed venire  

Skinny Love by Birdy Echoed through the car. I turned the heat up a bit and then sung along to the melodic versus.  

Tell my love to wreck it all 

Cut up all the ropes and let me fall 

My Ma My My Ma My Ma Ma My Ma My 

Right at the moment this orders tall. 

And I told you to be patient 

And I told you to be fine 

And I told you to be balance 

And I told you to be kind 

And in the morning I'll be with you  

but it will be a different kind 

and I'll be holding all the tickets  

and you'll be holding all the fines. 

As I drive up to enter Julliard I can't help but marvel at the architecture. How the front is made of glass but the actual building is just grey brick with small pillars in the front. It's funny how something so simple can be so beautiful. I surprisingly find a parking space on the side of the rode-I mean its New York we're talking about here- grab my sad excuse of a dancing bag and make my way inside. 

I head to my locker to put my bag in and grab my books. First class: Acting. I grab my tote from my locker and fill it with the essentials.  

Pen...check 

Books...check 

Paper...check 

Phone...check 

Then I check the time. Class starts at 9 o'clock and it is now 8:55. Shit. I do one last look over in the mirror to see if my eye is okay but to my luck it wasn't. Do I have time to pull out my make-up and make myself presentable? Hell no but hey it's Julliard. If someone questions ill just act. So I run to my first period and into the door just as it shuts and the bell rings. 

"Well well well. So nice of you to join us Ms. Avenue. Now if you don't mind would you take you-" He looked at me with mock horror. And to think the black eye wasn't visible. 

"Ms. Avenue, what on earth happened to your eye?" His voice was filled with sympathy and worry. Now, since I am 18 years old this could go one of two ways. I could be mature and tell him that I was punched at a coffee shop or I could be totally irresponsible and put my acting skills to the test. I'll let you decide which one I chose. 

"Well sir..." I say trying to gather my thoughts."... I was walking down to my doorway and some guy just attacked me. Said I owed him money. He took me down this dark alleyway and we had a bit of a scramble. I won of course being from Brooklyn but I still don't know how to get over it. That face of his... it was horrifying." I shudder at the fake memory. I try to take a step forward but am blocked by the small trashcan which sends me into a battle with the floor. This earned me a roaring laugh from the class. Could my day get any worse? As I try and compose myself I hear Mr. Davis speak. 

"Well, if it was that terrible then you can get the next few days off from assignments to get yourself back to your normal state. With your history, it must have been very traumatic. Now, can you please take your seat?"  

The class went by faster than usual today. The teacher drowned on and on about body language while acting and how it's important to speak with your body instead of just your mouth. Blah Blah Blah. After what felt like a million years it was finally time for dance. The one class I actually enjoy. Since very little people major in dance I get to pick my own studio to practice in. Also, I'm like the best dancer here but I like to stay humble. 

When I reached my locker I examined my eye to see if it got worse. It could have been mistaken for the iceberg that ruined the titanic if it were painted purple. I'm so killing Andy for this. I take out my concealer and see if that does the trick. Then I reapplied some mascara and eyeliner, grabbed my gym bag and headed to my sanctuary. 

Zayn's P.O.V. 

I open the dark brown doors to reveal the balcony overlooking the dance studio. This would be perfect to focus on my drawing. As I settle down I grab my IPod and plug my earphone in. Scrolling to Tongue Tied by Grouplove and putting one earphone in my ear I begin to make my masterpiece. 

When the song finishes I'm done my work. Man, the boys will love this one. From bottom to top, it starts with a shade of black as an undercoat and gray as an overcoat giving it a define look. I took the smallest brush I had and made little spikes as if it were grass in an open plain. Then I started with the navy bleu and began making a tree but thought that would be too obvious. So I made it thinner to look like lightning. Again and again. Stroke after stroke of the brush till there was no more navy bleu paint. Then the light bleu. It took me awhile to finally find what I wanted to do with the versatile colour until I looked at the top of the canvas. It was an eerie shade of white. So I took the bleu and began dabbing it on with a cloth I got from outside. After I was done it looked like I had just made the sky in my own twisted way. It was perfect. It was silence then. Nothing but my breathing and the light hum of the next song on my IPod. This went on for a few minutes until the door creaked open on the main floor. 

"Damn that's a heavy door." The voice was female and that's when I saw her. She had strawberry blonde hair that was a bit curly but it was in a high ponytail. She wore a loose sweatshirt over a leotard and ballet shoes. Growing up with three sisters really teaches you a few things. 

"Okay. Where did I put my IPhone? Is it in here? Damn.... Oh okay now just plug it into this thingy here..." After a few seconds the room exploded with the sounds of The Fray's Enough for Now. She started to do a few dance moves that looked painful but she didn't complain. It was amazing. Like she let the music flow through her and let it guide her into move after move. I started to leave since I was obviously done here and she needed her privacy but my bag was in the way and I didn't know until I was one the floor and the music left the room and the silence took its place once more.+