Good to be bad .

Chapter 22 .

It's a beautiful day ,

The sun is shining and it's only day two of the mid term break ,
Today I want to be Alone .

It's been a mere month since planting my feet on that platform in Bradford station and so much shit has happened that its hard to even comprehend .

After a long Hour Skype session with my Dad in Columbia I shower and dress .

I toss on my short brown boho summer dress but I pair it with light blue jeans and white converse .

I leave my hair down and I replace the bead that had come loose in my sleep last night .

I grab my camera and I skip down stairs to Mom and Mick who are eating lunch in the garden .

"Hello " I smile and they look up immediately .

"Your in a good mood " Mick replies with a quizzical smile .

"It's a beautiful day to take pictures" I smile shrugging my shoulders casually.

"You look nice today , a Little pixie like but I raised a punk so it's a fresh sight" Mom teases and I scoff at her lame joke before taking a seat next to Mick.

"What have you been up to love I felt like we haven't had a chance to chat in a few days " Mom says regretfully .

"All good , don't worry about me everything is good here i think i like Bradford but its not Manchester and its defiantly not London but its a fresh change from city life " I reply and I kiss her cheek before popping a grape into my mouth .

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I'm squatting by the shed photographing a bird on the old wooden bench at the end of the garden.

Suddenly the bird flies away and that's when A figure catches my eye , I look up immediately -

Zayn is looking down at me with an amused expression .

"What exactly are you doing ?" he smirks .

"I'm taking pictures " I shrug a little shamefaced .

"Of what ? the bench , sounds like a whole lot of fun " he replies sarcastically .

"What are you doing here ?" I reply sharply Ignoring his sarcasm .

"You like to take pictures ?" he asks curiously and I stand up and point the Camera at him and take his picture.

"Yes " i reply briskly and he laughs As I take another picture of him .

"Photography takes an instant out of time , altering life by holding it still" I smile and I take another picture of him playfully .

"I think photography can only represent the present but once photographed the subject becomes part of the past so whats the point " he replies

"You don't get it do you ?" I scoff and he takes the camera from my hands gently and fiddles with it .

"Where's the button ?" he asks and I lean in to show him and he turns the camera on us and takes several shots .
We both laugh at the silliness of it and I push him away playfully .

"You keep all your pictures ?" he asks curiously .

"No , not all " I reply and he takes my picture cheekily .

"But Photography helps people to see " I smile and he winks before taking serval more shots of me .

"What are you doing ? Don't take me take something else , something that interests you" I scoff and i push the camera away from my direction .