One Chance

Bre is incredibly excited about starting her Freshman year in High school. I mean with her dating the freshman quarter back and her 3 best friends by her side what could possibly go wrong? Bre's life has its normal ups and downs like any other teenagers but, when she has a strange encounter with one of the totally hot juniors her life spins around. She is introduced to super hottie Liam Payne who saves her in more ways then one could imagine, all she has to do is give him the chance.


68. the drawing

sorry guys I havent been on in foreverrrrr ill try and be better. 

xx Bre


Zayn's P.o.v

I anxiously paced back in forth in the treehouse. What if she doesn't like it? I mean she's an artist to what if she says its really bad? My thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a gate. I leaned over and looked out the treehouse's window. I let out a low sigh. She always looked so flawless. Priscilla looked up and smiled brightly at me. I motioned for her to come up and within seconds she was standing within my childhood escape, my treehouse. 

"I got your note," she smirked and held up the envelope that I had placed on her doorstep earlier.

"Right, about that," I said getting more nervous about the picture. "I know we asked the five of you to prom as a group but I wanted to do something more...personal," I chose my words carefully. Before she had a chance to question me I took my sketchbook off of the beanbag chair and crossed the tiny room. As I placed my sketchpad in her hands I quickly said;

"I hope you like it, turn to the last page."    

Priscilla's P.o.v

I slowly flipped through Zayn's sketchpad, taking in his incredible ability. I finally reached the last page. 

On the page was a beautiful sketch of a girl with fair skin. There was little color which made it less obvious that the girl was me. But, once I looked into the girls eyes I realized they were my own looking back up at me. Zayn had used light pastel colors throughout the whole portrait. I smiled to myself and scanned to the bottom of the page where, in neat cursive was one question. "Prom?" I looked up from the portrait to find Zayn's beautiful eyes looking nervous as ever. 

"Are you okay," I questioned concerned.

"Do you like it," He replied brushing off my concerns.

"Like?" I teased. "I love it and you already know the answer to your question." Zayn let out a huge smile and scooped me up in his arms. I giggled and soon his warm lips pressed against mine. We stayed just like that, frozen in time with only one thought on our minds, love. Well until my mom called and told me to get my a** home for dinner.    

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