𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 | z.m. #MissionDesi

Chapter 6.

Zayn's POV

Aisha understood my idea of painting. I really wanted to paint the wall of her room, with her. If we can't be together, atleast I can give her a memory of us. As we reached her house, her mother gave us a warm welcome. She was really sweet. Aisha told me to go to her room, till she gets the colour cans. She had a box on her desk, filled with her sketches and painting. Until she came, I saw her paintings and sketches with more precision, they were just... perfect.

My eyes scanned her self-portrait and a smile lingered my lips. I sighed. I wish I could tell her how I feel about her. I wish I wasn't so afraid to do it, for rejection. She was so adorable, beautiful, caring, talented, every fucking thing about her attracted me towards her. Even her clumsiness attracted me, and I didn't even know why. 

"What happened Zayn?" She asked, startling me. I put her picture down and took another. I hope she didn't catch me staring..

"Nothing, just checking out your other artwork." I said as I held a paper, with my portrait. She slightly blushed. Never knew blushing makes people look even more beautiful.. She rolled her eyes playfully and went into her bathroom.

I grinned like an idiot, scratching the back of my neck. She's driving you crazy. My subconscious beamed in, wiggling it's eyebrows at me. She wore peach coloured short t-shirt and shorts. How can someone look adorable in everything? My mouth half-opened and I stared at her unknowingly.

"What happened Zayn?" She asked, making me regain my senses. I looked around, anywhere but her. 

She wasn't mine to be stared at.. yet.

"Nothing, you look cute... I-I mean you look good. Um..Can we..Can we start?" I stuttered. I just wanted to face palm myself at that point. She blushed again.

"Thanks, and yea, I think we should start." She nodded.

I told her about my idea and she was quick catch up with it. We started painting. I looked at her in awe every time she told me tricks to do something perfectly, or corrected me. The way she stroked that paint brush flawlessly on the dull white wall, the way she twirled her hair when she was thinking, made me respect her more to how dedicated she was while working. She was truly an artist. Around after half hour she spoke up.

"Is it really hot today? Or just I'm feeling it?" She asked hissing. 

"Maybe just you. I think you should tie your hair up." I pointed towards her hair. She always let her hair down. And that suited her really well.

"I think you're right." She admitted, wiping her hands on a cloth.

She started to tie her hair into a messy bun. When she lifted her arms up, her top lifted too, maybe she didn't notice it. Her tan belly was showing off, making me stare at her again. Damn..

"Stop drooling, Malik!" She said, not looking at me. How did she..? I turned my head to the work I was doing.

"Umm... Sorry." I said shyly. She chuckled.

We painted for almost 4-5 hours, and the painting was completed. I looked at her. She looked really satisfied of what we did, I was happy. We pressed our hands coloured in paint to the corner of the wall and took a selfie with the wall in background. I was staring at the wall, admiring it, when suddenly, I felt skin of my neck wet. I turned to realise that she put some paint on me.