One direction imagines and prefrences

Your stressed out ZAYN

Zayn: he knows just how much pressure your constantly on at your school. The competitive atmosphere drives slightly mad at times, like you can't function correctly or in an organized manner. And he fully knows when it's especially bad. For example now, with the shadow of a particularly important art project that will decide your place in this school. The main problem is that you can't find inspiration anywhere. You've tried some sightseeing, exploring new places that might rouse a bit of muse in you but it's been all in vain. The flat floor has countless unfinished sketches scattered across, causing him to trip once or twice on his way to the kitchen for a snack or to the bathroom just across the hall. But then it comes, another early morning watching the sunrise in hope of finding something more among the beauty of the colors. His hands stretch out along the bed trying to reach but the crispness of the sheets serves to remind him that you don't sleep in this as of yet. Slowly, he'll shuffle towards the front door, cigarrettes in hand, dressed down in sweats and untamed hair, to go and look if you're on the stairs or somewhere close. He does find you eventually and he catches the spark in your eye once you lay your gaze on his appearance. Disheveled, wild, scruffy but most of all beautiful. And he knows you've got it just by the sight of your smile (which he hasn't seen in quite some time). So he'll sit in front of you for you to sketch, features enhanced by fresh sunshine; eyes a melted ombre, raven hair glistening, lazy smile tender. And sketch away you did.