Art is risk. (H.S.)

Chapter 1

When I woke up, I needed a minute to realise where I was. I looked at the time and saw 3a.m. I don't know why but I was wide awake.

After trying to get back to sleep for an hour, I decided to get up and go make myself some tea.

While my water was heating up, I realised it was completely dark in my apartment. I remembered the moment I just arrived here and stood in front of a wonderful sight over NYC when I was about to switch on a little lamp next to my window.

I finished making my tea and with my warm mug in my hands, I walked over to the window. Even though it was dark and I could barely see any details of the sight, it was magnificent.

Groups of square formed lights formed buildings like they were lego cubes. Some cars were slowly passing and lights of little cafees and bars were flickering through the darkness. People were barely outside.

Uhm yeah, what did you expect, it's three in the morning.

I felt the tiredness coming back and walked towards my bedroom. I put my mug on my nightstand, wich was a little tower of thick photography books, and opened my curtains to watch the view again. I fell asleep later, hoping that this view would be there every night.

I woke up together with the first light of the day. For today, I planned on looking for a car and editing some more pictures.

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"Thank you so much, Yaser." I told the garagist after paying him.

"You're welcome, uhm..."

"Zara." I said, smiling to him. "Zara Dashner."

"Good luck with your car! If something is wrong, you can always contact me."

He held out his dirty hand for me to shake. I looked at the black oil on his hands and he started laughing. I let out a giggle and realised how nice this man is. He walked over to his garage to clean his hands. I took the chance to watch him.

He looked around 40 years old and had a tattoo on his arm wich was visible for a part. A big part of it was covered by the sleeve of his white, dirty shirt. He was wearing jeans and old black converse. He seemed to be dressed like a teen, not like a garagist.

I heard footsteps coming down from the wooden staircase behind me.

"Dad? I'm going out with Perrie for today, I'll be back at nine or something." I heard a man voice say behind me.

I turned around to see a young, handsome man with dark colored hear, walking towards Yaser and me. He was tall an was wearing black jeans, a white shirt and black shoes. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

The boy's father noticed and said "Zayn, this is Zara, she just bought the black Volvo, say hi."

"Hello, Zara." He smirked and shaked my hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I said back blushing a little bit.

"Same, I would like to talk more but I have to get going." He said.

"No problem." I answered.

He took a step closer to me and said quietly, "Take care of the car," he pointed to my black Volvo "it was my favorite in here."

"I will" I giggled.

"Ok bye, Zara"

"Bye, Zayn"

He turned around and walked to his car. "See you, dad" he shouted without even looking at Yaser.

"Yeah" his dad said.

I shaked Yaser's hand and we said our goodbyes.

I started the engine of my new car. I proudly enjoyed riding it.

I went gocery shopping and went home to eat lunch. I looked on the internet to search for some jobs with photography but I found none. I really started worring about this.

I have money from my mom's inheritance, a lot of money actually, but I don't want to use is without respect.

For the rest of the afternoon, I painted a lot. Creating these paintings and sketches, relaxed me and reminded me of how I would paint my mom's face and how she would paint mine. The beautiful thing about it is; we couldn't see eachothers painting while making it, but we would always paint the same eyes. Dark blue, long laches and the happiness you could see in them.

I took pictures of my paintings and decided that I will show them to people that are intrested and want to work with me.

I'll have to edit them, though.

I took my keys, camera and laptop and headed to the coffeehouse where I went yesterday.

I was kind of rushed because it was 5p.m. already and I still had a lot of work to do.

As I was walking down the streets, I was busy with looking at the gps on my phone. I didn't want to get lost, you know.

Looking down and taking big steps was maybe not that smart in the streets of New York City when a lot of other people were rushing too.

But I only realised that when I felt a body bumping hard into my shoulder. My phone fell out of my hands and I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry, I was busy with my phone. Gosh, that was so stupid of me!" I said in a tempo that was way to fast.

I looked up and a really handsome man popped up.

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Hye guys, hoped you enjoyed that! I know it was boring but chapter 2 will be beter, I promise.

So, she met Zayn! Yas!

I'll see you guys next time! Thanks for reading!

Love, Nel