dear, zayn #Wattysaward2016 #Justwriteit

letter ten

dear, zayn

well I found out today why you didn't get expelled for punching that guy straight in the face.

the principal is scared of you.

the principal.

I'm not even going to ask why.

anyway.

you knocked on my door after school.

I was wearing a really big sweatshirt that made it look like I was wearing no pants.

I had some on by the way.

I had my big glasses on and my hair in a messy bun.

you looked at me for a second when I answered.

I'm so short compared to you.

I'm like to your torso

anyway. you just stared at me. then I litterally had to snap you outta it.

what were you staring at zayn?

anyway. I went to my room. you followed.

I had papers all over the floor. same with some pictures.

we started talking. a lot. you asked me why I'm always wearing sweatshirts.

I froze.

he knew.

he just pulled me too him.

he asked me to show him.

I did with tears running down my face.

I simply said " drawing is my passion except I don't use a paintbrush and a canvas, I use a razor and my wrist "

he looked down to his shoe, and said " I draw too" as he pulled up his sleeve.

zayn. I found another word.

sweatshirts.

love,
aleja