Take Me Home (One Direction Fanfic)

Part 2- Zayn

Part 2.

Zayn.

“Liam?” Zayn asked after ringing his number.

“Yeah, hey Zayn, whats up?” Liam’s voice answered in Zayn’s ear.

“Uh nothing much mate, just wondering if you were free today.” Asked Zayn.

“Sorry Zayn, I’ve already got something planned.” Liam replied sounding sincerely sorry.

“It’s ok Liam, if I may ask, what have you got planned?”

“A date.” Liam said cheerfully.

“Well done man! Who with?” Zayn asked, happy for him.

“A girl I met last night, she’s called Molly.” Liam answered.

“Aww, well you guys have fun, I guess I’ll go find something to do by myself.” Zayn replied.

“Ok Zayn, I’m really sorry, I’ll see you soon though, at the recording studio an a few days.”

“Sure Liam, good luck on your date, see you in a few days.” Zayn replied and ended the call. Then he dropped his iPhone in his pocket and pondered what to do for the day.

He took a quick look outside his apartment window to asses the weather, the sun was shining and it looked balmy outside, looked like the cold breeze from last night had passed.

Since the weather looked nice Zayn knew just what to do, he grabbed his satchel and chucked his sketch pad and a few pencils and charcoal sticks in the bag.

It was a perfect day for sketching.

He threw on his ebony jacket, slung his satchel over his shoulder and headed out into the city.

Half an hour later he found himself sitting on a quaint wooden bench in Hyde Park, sketching the flowers and daydreaming, enjoying the solitude.

He was putting the finishing touches to a rose he was drawing, when a group of people, around his age, ran onto the grassy field in front of him.

One of the girls in the group was holding a soccer ball, and she placed it on the lush grass beginning to kick it around with the others.

They looked like they were having a blast, and Zayn really wanted to go over and join in, but he didn’t think they would like that, so instead he decided to draw one of them.

The girl who had brought the ball, something about her had captured his attention.

He brought his dark pencil up to his pad and began to sketch away, drawing her straight mahogany hair that fell down to the small of her back, but bounced lightly as she dashed around, dribbling the ball. he then drew her tall athletic stature and shaded it a little to show her light tan skin. She passed the ball back and fourth between the girls and guys in the group, laughing happily the whole time.

He was sketching like his life depended on it, not wanting to leave any detail of the girl out.

“Uh, hey!” said a cheerful voice coming from above him.

He looked up to find the girl standing over him, peering over his shoulder, trying to see his sketch.

“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.

“Oh, ah sorry, I was just sketching, hope you don’t mind.” Zayn said shyly, covering his sketch.

“Well, I do mind, unless you let me see it of course!” she replied expectantly.