Wild Heart z.m.

3. sketches and thoughts

zayn couldn't sleep.

his mind was plagued with all kinds of thoughts ranging from what he was going to wear tomorrow to who he would take to his parent's friend's wedding three weeks from now.

he just could not find peace no matter how hard he tried.

tired of feeling tired and just laying in bed, he decided to find something to occupy his time. turning on the bedroom lights and ruffling his hair, he set out to look for his sketchpad. that task alone took about ten minutes. after clearing a space on his desk, he set out in search of the rest of his materials, which he found under a pile of clothes(so he's not the neatest person in the world; he's tried to change his ways many times before, all to no avail).

situated in his swivel chair, desk clear of anything and everything except for the essentials, he began his sketch.

he started with mainly doodles, his name in different fonts(including one in graffiti lettering he must admit is pretty cool) and some little monsters that looked more cute than they did intimidating. halfway through the drawing of a little robot, he quickly flipped the page and did a serious sketch.

exchanging a 3b pencil to a 2b to a 5b, from a 5b to a blending stump, from a blending stump to a kneaded eraser, he worked tirelessly, and in complete silence. he erased unnecessary lines, added appropriate shading, and completely cleared his thoughts, focusing only on the task at hand.

and he most certainly was not thinking about a certain waitress. and even if he was thinking about her, it was definitely not about the way her eyes shined in the lighting of the diner, full of unbridled curiosity and genuine interest in whatever he had to say.

but even if he was thinking about her(and her eyes), he'd never admit it.