The day we met (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 19 "Drop it, blondie"

"What is it then?", Zayn says in total excitement. 

"Shouldn't we get into the house first? isn't that how things work?", I laughed.

"Sorry", He chuckled, "Ready?", I asked as we got into the house, he quickly nodded, looking like a kid on christmas day, I stretched my hand out for him to hold when his phone rang, "Ughhh", he groaned, "Come on", he said as he took my hand, "Aren't you gonna answer that?"

"No, I wanna know what you're gonna show me", he whined. "Nu-uh", I shook my head, "Answer that first, it might be important", I demanded, letting go of his hand. He put his hand into his pocket and got his phone out, he looked at it, put it on silent and slid back into his jeans. "Why did you do that?", I groaned, he shrugged, "Who was it?", I frowned. "Doesn't matter", he shrugged it off again.

"Zayn, who was it?", I asked, more serious. He shook his head not wanting to talk about it, "Can we go now?", he tried to change the subject. I kept moving my gaze from his eyes to his pocket until I decided to stick my hand in there and get the phone myself, I looked at his last missed call and my jaw dropped, I was hurt but I didn't wanna show it.

"Why is she calling you?", I choked on my words.

"She's been trying to talk to me ever since that night, but I never answered any of her calls or texts", he explained, looking at me concerned.

"She's been texting you?", I said, a bit shocked.

"I told her to stop it but she wont", he defended himself. I turned my gaze to the wall, trying to avoid any eye contact with him.

"Ivy, you have to trust me", he pleaded, holding my arm. "You know I'm in love with you and I would never do anything to hurt you"

"Alright", I mumbled/sighed, "I'm sorry", I said as I gave him a hug, resting my face in the crook of his neck.

"Can we just forget that this has happened so you could finally show me that thing you wanted to show me", he whined like a little kid. "Fine", I chuckled, "Come on", I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to my art room.

"Wow, I get to go in there for a second time? I must be special", he teased.

"You are special", I said, giving him a cheesy smile. "You're so adorable", he cooed, squeezing my cheek, making my whole face blush which I tried to hide but failed, "You're also adorable when you blush", he wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You know what? I changed my mind, I'm not showing you anything", I teased, pretending to walk out of the room. "NOOOO", he yelled, grabbing my arm, stopping me from leaving, "You know I was joking", he smirked.

"Fine", I chuckled, "You see the wrapped up painting over there?", I said as I pointed to a painting that was wrapped up in a brown paper thing. "The one you wouldn't show me earlier? Yea I pretty much see it?", he rolled his eyes, I kept staring at him waiting for him to get the point, he stared back, furrowing his eyebrows at me until he got it, "Ohhhhh, I get to see it now?", he asked, getting the point. "Yes, you dumbo", I laughed, motioning him to go see it, he ran over there and picket it up the floor, he started to tear the paper apart, revealing a painting that I did about 8 months ago.

"Oh my God", Zayn bewildered. "This is ... ", he gazed off, staring at the painting, I was a bit worried, I didn't know what he thought about it, did he like it? Did he think it was creepy? Why isn't he giving me feedback?

Zayn's P.O.V

She motioned for me to go take a look at it, I was really excited, not only because I finally get to see it but because she felt like she could trust me enough to show me and because I knew how much of an amazing painter she is so I was looking forward to seeing another one of her amazing art work. I hustled to the painting, unwrapping the brown paper and revealing it bit by bit. My eyes popped out of their holes and my jaw dropped to the floor once my gaze met the drawing.