He's Your Cousin?! {A 5SOS and 1D fanfiction}

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Christen's POV

"Your paint bushes are in thew room, as well as some paint. But," Kate said. I groaned.

"Why is there always a 'but'?" I complained.

"Come on Chris. The only catch is that I can go in anytime I want."

I nodded. Compared to what she was giving me, that was nothing. Kate was letting me live with her and now, she is giving me an extra room. My own art room. On top of that, she is letting me paint the walls. The lest I can do is let her go in the room.

"Thank you, so much Kate. It means a lot to me, that you sure letting me live with you and stuff." I said, pulling her into a hug.

"Aw, Chris! It's fine! You know that I am more than happy to have you stay with me, and stuff." Kate said, hugging me back.

I laughed and pulled away. "But now you are giving me my own art room! You really don't have to do that."

"I know, I don't. I want to. I mean, what am I going to do with it." She gave me a smile.

I smiled, back. "You could do many things with it, but thank you."

"No problem. Anyway. Em, Niall, Luke, Louis, and Liam went somewhere. Zayn went for a walk, my brothers are working. So the rest of the boys and I are going to the store." Kate explained, grabbing her bags.

I nodded. "Okay. Oh, can you do me a favour? If you happen to go by some paint, could you get me some black, white, purple and blue paint? My bag is on the chair, in the living room. It has my money in there. Take some and use it."

"Chris-" Kate started to argue.

"No.' I said sternly, pointing my finger at her. "We aren't fighting about this one. I'll be in the room painting. Love you, bye."

"Love you, too. See you, later." Kate said, walking to the stairs.

I heard her shout up the stairs for the other boys, as I walked to the basement. Some people think that basements are creepy. But not all the time. Kate and her brothers decorated it. There was a TV with Michael's PS3 hooked up to it. As well as couches, chairs, table with snacks on them. And a pool table, which was on the far end of the room, beside the little window. There was also a hallway that contained a freezer, and a bathroom -which was just across of my new art room. A grin consumed my face. I finally have my own art room!

I walked into the room. Buckets of paint were stacked up by the white wall, as well as a bucket of paint brushes. Just like Kate had said. My eyes roamed the room, and stopped at the far right of the room. On a little brown table, my work out iPod and Kate's mini speakers were laid out. Oh, Kate. I love you so much right now.

I tied my long brown hair in a high ponytail, and took off my leather jacket. I stood in the middle of my room, in my jeans and white crop top. I smirked and looked at the wall in from of me. I turned on my heel and walked to my iPod. I plugged it up to speakers. Blasting some Demi Lovato. I nodded my head in approval, when Warrior came on.

I grabbed my favorite paint brush. It was not to think, and not to thin. I twirled it in my hand. I was doing it like a pro, until it fell. I'm such a loser (Yes, you are.). I picked it up and walked over to the paints. I bent down, and looked for the black. When I found it, I grabbed it and opened it. Before I dipped the brush in the paint, I grabbed a pencil out of my pocket. Why not draw out my idea, first?

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I sighed and stepped back. I smiled and rested my hands on my hips. I had just finished my master piece. I decided to draw out a tree, but have the leaves seem as if they were being pushed back by the wind. The leaves then fluttered in the wind and slowly escalated to the floor.

"Wow." A voice said, behind me. 'I have to admit, that is pretty good."

I rolled my eyes, and dropped my pencil on the floor. "What do you want, Malik?"

"Kate called, she told me to bring down some drinks and snacks." Zayn closed the door.

Zayn walked over to the table and placed a tray beside the speakers. It had two glasses of ice-tea and two sandwiches. I raised my eyebrow.

"Why are there two? I hope you know that you aren't eating here." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "I'm watching TV."

"Okay, so why are you still here?"

"No need to act like a bitch." He said.

Zayn grabbed his drink and sandwich. As he walked to the door, I turned my back to him and looked at the paint. I heard rattling, but not the door opening and closing. I huffed and turned to face Zayn. He was holding his lunch with one arm, and the other was trying to open the door.

"Malik. What are you doing?" I asked, frowning.

"Lewis, shut up for a second." Zayn said, in a frustrated tone.

He put his stuff on the floor and grabbed the door handle with both hands. He tried pulling on it, and pushing on it with his shoulder. I rolled my eyes and walked towards him.

"What's the problem?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Zayn sighed and rested his back on the door. He slid to the floor and held his head in his hands.

"Great." He muttered. "Just great. Out of all the people in the world."

"Spit it-" I stopped my self. No, please no. My jaw dropped, at my sudden thought. I really hope I'm wrong. "Don't tell me."

"The door is jammed. We are stuck in here, until the rest come back."

Shit. Why couldn't I have been wrong.

A/N:

HAPPY 2015 EVERYONE!!!!

Sorry I haven't updated it a while. :/

But happy New Years! I hope you had a great 2014.

~ Bob The Unicorn's Friend.