I followed after Zayn, smiling a little to see him walk with only one hand in his pants pocket.
His line of sight was ahead, he hadn't glanced at me once, I hadn't yet seen a smile.
All I knew was that this boy was also a man. He was an artist, his voice was music to my ears and it inspired me.
I glanced over at him every now and again, giving tiny secret smiles. His facial expression was neutral, though it almost looked angry
I couldn't help the laugh that left my lips at that thought, and I noticed Zayn's eyes dart towards me
"What's funny?" He asked
"You are" I blushed "your resting face looks all angry, it's really cute"
He frowned before his eyes widened a little
"I... I'm not cute" he said quickly
"You so are" I whispered "but not baby cute. Like... Hot cute"
"Hot cute?" He smiled a little
"Well you're just cute" He taunted, making me grumble
"I am not cute"
"You're right Niall, you're fucking adorable" he grinned at me
I whined, deliberately bumping into his shoulder, listening to him chuckle
"What?" He asked "you are"
"You're so rude" I mumbled, pressing my hand against his side to push him away
We began to walk again, Zayn kept quiet, so I did the same.
Soon Zayn stopped outside of an oak door with the number 67 on the door in silver
He got out his keys and unlocked the studio. I was a little nervous about this, but Zayn seemed very kind so I knew I would be okay
He let me in first, and after I thanked him he followed me indoors, closing the door behind us and locking it
The studio seemed to be empty at this part
"So where's... Your artwork?" I whispered
What if Zayn was just trying to kidnap me or something
"What artwork?" He asked into my ear
That made my whole body burst into goosebumps. Oh no
"I'm kidding" Zayn chuckled "it's downstairs, come on"
I gave a sigh of relief, and followed him to under the house. He turned on a light, and I almost passed out when I saw all the paintings.
There were shelves and shelves of supplies, a huge stack of paintings leant up against the walls and a canvas with an unfinished painting on it
"You like?" He asked
"I love" I whispered, teasing him a little
I made my way to the painting on a canvas, surprised to see it was the same woman from the painting in the hall way
"Who is this?" I asked
"Her?" Zayn asked "she's just one of my characters"
"She's in your other painting too"
"I made her up, her name is Anastasia" Zayn said, his eyes looking hard at the painting "or Ana for short"
"That's... Such a beautiful name" I whispered "did you really make her up?"
"Yep" Zayn smiled "I mean, I make loads of people up"
"May I?" I asked, now standing I front of the stacks of paintings.
I flipped through them all, becoming more and more amazed by his art skills. Wow... He was seriously good
"Woah" I stopped at one I could instantly recognise as me "why did you... Paint me?"
"I paint the things I see, the things that are important to me" Zayn stated "things that scare me, or make me curious. Just things that stand out from everything else"
"I stood out?"
"You still do" Zayn said "that day when I saw you looking at my painting you seemed to be the first thing that caught my attention that whole morning. Seeing you stand there confused me, and when you took a photo I was a little scared you didn't like it. That and, even from the back you're beautiful"
I blushed, looking back at Zayn "you think that?"
He gave me a small smile that made me blush... I wonder if Zayn is into guys
He seemed too gorgeous for that, but he was speaking as though he were attracted to me
"That?" His smiled faltered "is my ex"
"He... Looks very angry"
"He was a very angry person" Zayn said softly "unfortunately"
"Do you love him still?"
"I don't know" Zayn came to stand beside me, his arms folded "I suppose a little part of me always will. But the big part of me doesn't"
"So are you gay or?" I asked
"Well, this is my other ex" he flicked through the canvases to a blonde woman "her name is Perrie"
"You're a bisexual"
He smiled "and I've heard you're into guys, is that correct?"
"Dead on" I have a single nod "why did you and her break up?"
"We just weren't working out as well as we used to" he said, staring at the picture
"Do you paint all your exes?"
"Sometimes" he said softly "often I don't think of being with them once I've painted them"
"Is that the same with me?"
"I don't know yet, I don't think so" Zayn said softly
"Your paintings are beautiful" I said softly "you're amazing at what you do"
"Thank you, Niall" he said calmly, with a soft smile "I appreciate that"