Zayn is bored with his life. He has friends, but he feels like he's the annoying one that no one likes, so he doesn't really open up to them. He loves singing, and music generally, but he also likes visual art such as photography and paintings. One day he finds himself in front of a gallery that's selling photographs and paintings to raise a fund for charity. He goes in and falls in love with a painting ... he decides to buy it, and it becomes a big part of his life. The tableau shows a boy staring straight into your soul... he's drop dead gorgeous. He lives with the feeling that he knows that person, and somehow wishes he was real! He haunts his dreams every night, and Zayn finds himself drawing the same face on his notebooks, books, sketch books... imagining his smile, his voice his laugh. The boy from the painting becomes his imaginary lover, and he can't help but think he's going crazy until one day, everything changes...

Zayn Malik was always different compared to the other children as he grew up. He was never understood, and in turn never understood the others, so he lived in his dream world of doodles, colours and drawings. He finally reaches out to the tall, curly haired Harry Styles, but how will the popular Harry react to the quiet boy who everyone thought was mute? Zayn has so many more problems then Harry could ever understand, but how can Harry try to help the brown-eyed boy, when he barely speaks a word? [A Zarry Stylik Fanfiction that contains triggers of abuse and bullying.]