all but you || h.s. || a.u.

d e u x

Nixie Cage

The bell that dismissed the classes throughout the building was a true blessing from the heavens. Because I was a curious idiot, I decide to question the intense, stern- faced 'Styles' until he grew angry at my constant pondering.

"Why are you asking all these questions? No one likes a noisy person,"

His voice had the power to make you pee in your pants, and that wouldn't be pretty in front of him. I started off with just one question but then I didn't pay attention at the actual amount that I was asking. Each question was responded with either a sarcastic one or a straightforward answer.

"I don't want to tell you my reason for being late. Why am I even acknowledging this?"

I didn't know I was so pushy. After mentally beating myself about the situation, I thought about all his good qualities. He was bit intense, but besides that, he was really attractive. The emerald for his eyes sparkled whenever he pushes his fingers intensely into his hair to get it from falling into his vision, while his hands were coated with silver rings almost on every finger. I didn't even get to the tattoos that coated his arm so beautifully. It was like each tattoo told a story, and I wanted to know what they were.

Before I could comprehend what happened in a matter of seconds, I slammed into a shoulder, and what seemed like a big board that didn't quite agree with my knees. There was a sudden groan, then a dismissive sigh. "Could you please get off of my artwork?"

His voice was husky, hanging on his Bradford accent tightly. "I-I'm sorry..." I popped my face up, noticing that we were only an inch away. His dark, brown eyes peered into mine, while he gripped the canvas near his leg. In that moment, the feeling of mystery and deceit quickly filled the air between us. His breathing was slow and steady as he stared into my eyes. I braced myself then pulled away from the death stare between us.

"Do you need help with that?" I uttered before turning my gaze from his eyes to my black vans. "I could help you fix where the paint was messed up,"

"Uh, you paint or something?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of an artist myself," I mentioned, hands gripping my binder in my left hand that wasn't balling up its fingers. "Where's the art room?"

"It's down the hall to the right..." He took a few steps back before urging me to follow behind him. The art room was oozing the smell of paint and pastels as soon as he opened the door. There was several painters and other artists making their way around the room.

"Alright, that is Jess," he pointed towards a guy with a ponytail laying on his head. The roughness of his beard trailed to his Adam's apple. "That's Chelsea, the one painting so violently on the canvas..." Her paintbrush did move fast, creating a quick curve revealing a dripping apple that was really creative, if I might add.

My eyes attracted towards the girl who was jamming her head back and forth while she painted the scenery of a haunted mansion quickly into my mind. "Who's she?" I asked slowly, blinking then moved closer to her canvas, noticing every details.

"That's Valerie," He whispered, standing beside me. "She's into painting sceneries a lot,"

"Really? She seems cool,"

"Uh, thanks," Her fingers slowly pulled her earphones out of her ears, letting a small giggle slip from her lips. "It's an original. I call it 'Hayestown Darkness',"

I stared into what I called the painting's soul, and then smiled before the name clicked into my head. "Wow, you are good with names,"

"Thanks! So, you met Zayn?" Zayn nodded his head, rubbing his roughly bearded chin.