"You sure you don't wanna come with us?", Zayn asked me for the 10th time during the last 2 minutes. "Yes Zayn, I'm sure", I sighed. "Why? you don't think skating is fun with us?", Niall said as he pouted at me. "I pretty much know that everything is fun with you guys, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather today so I'll just rest, you guys go have fun", I explained myself as I waved them out, in all honesty, I just wanted to have my house for my own a little bit, do the one thing I love the most, the one thing I didn't do in almost a month and I was dieing to just get back to it. I waited until they all left out of my front door and I quickly grabbed my keychain and unlocked the door down the hall, the door that's been locked for over a month ready to be waved back, the room that's been dieing to have some sunshine flow through the windows and breathe in some fresh air.
The minute I opened that door, I felt like my heart just started bouncing up and down, beating so fast out of excitment, I took a moment and just stood in the middle of the room, everything is in the same place as I left it a month ago, I spun around in little circles observing every little piece of art I'd painted, some hung on the walls, some neatly placed on the floor and other little ones hung up on little colored plastic ropes on the ceiling tied with clothespins, this room was basically heaven on earth for me, my grandma was able to turn her little spare room to what we called it "my art room" before she left, it was a big empty room with white walls which later I made it colorful by splashing different paint colors on it making splatters all over the room, it had huge two windows on the front wall, huge as in from the ceiling to the floor that over looked the backyard so you could see all kinds of flowers from outside, the sun just filled it's shine throughout the whole room, if I could live here I gladly would, no second thoughts.
I never let anyone in here, not even Gemma my flat mate, she only saw the paintings I did for college which were basically some assignments, I just never felt confident enough to show others my work, I never thought I was good enough and was always scared to be criticized, my grandma and only my grandma knows how much I love painting, she's the only one that saw my stuff, and if I could, I'd spend the rest of my life doing it, right on this spot, in this exact room.
Once I took everything in, I immediately turned on the music, as loud as It could be, playing Sia's "breathe me" followed by a massive list of "Yiruma" one of my favorite piano masters which never fails to send me off to my own colorful world, looked over at the empty art easel, holding my painting palette with my left hand and a brush with the other, gazing over at the empty white paper infront of me and dazing off into my own world.
Zayn's P.O.V
"Ugh crap", I cursed under my breath, loud enough for Niall to hear, "Forgot something?", Niall looked back at me and questioned, "My phone, I'll go back and get it, I'll follow behind", I groaned and went back to Ivy's, she said she needed some rest so I just grabbed the key under the welcome mat and let myself in, avoiding making her walk all the way to the door to open for me, I went straight to the kitchen where I left my phone on the kitchen island, as I was about to head back to the door, I thought I might check on her first, see if she needs anything, as I slowly got closer to the hall, a voice of a piano started to get louder and louder. I didn't know she could play the piano? with each step I took into the hall, the sound gets louder and a light from the closed door became a bit more obvious as it was slightly open, sending some light down the hallway, did she finally unlock it? I started to walk slower, making sure not make any noise, I tilted my head a little bit so I could see what's in there and then a huge gasp came through me, a quiet one but big enought to let my jaw drop to the floor and my eyes get ten times wider. She was facing the huge windows, standing infront of a big white paper wtih her back to the door, her hair was in a messy bun and she changed into some tiny black pyjama shorts and a loose baby blue tank top, swaying her body to the music and making shapes with a painted brush on the white paper, I stepped inside as quiet as I could, placed myself on the floor next to the door, my back to the wall and watched her carefully.
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The day we met (Zayn Malik Fanfic)
Teen FictionIt was fate that brought Ivy and Zayn together, but would they admit that they have a thing for each other or deny it? Read they story of how they met and all the bumps on the road. Now the characters are taken from real life *One direction* but I o...
