Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 33

"The guys want her and the girls wanna be her." -I have no idea where this is from but a guy said it to me yesterday and it reminded me of something haha!

"Zayn, I can't see a hing down here." I murmur into darkness.

I hear a few things gettnig tossed around and I realise Zayn had tripped when I hear him grunt, followed by a struggled curse.

Light suddenly flickers on and I wince to adjust my eyes to the brightness.

Turning around I see Zayn walking towards the hundreds of spray paints on shelves. On the next shelf down is normal art paint, next shelf; oil paints and on it went.

I knew Zayn had a great interest in art, but it had been so long since I was in art studio. He never use to let me in the room back at the old house.

"You have so many stuff."

He smirks. "I know. I love it. So," He leans against one of the shelves, only failing by resting against the spray can and falling over.

I giggle in hysterics as he shakes his head off.

"Fuck I'm cool." Zayn scowls to himself.

"What do you want to do?" He says after recovering himself.

I can't hide the smile on my face.

"I want to fuck." I grin and look back at the spray paints. "But, I guess we can do that after we create a master piece."

Zayn grins and grabs a spray can and a mask. "Baby, you are a master piece."

I blush scarlet as he hands the mask to me." Thanks."

I frown and awkwardly put it around my mouth, only having Zayn fix it for me.

"There you go splinter cell." He winks and I frown in confusion.

"What?"

He shakes his head. "Nevermind." Walking over to the blank wall, he gestures me to follow him and I do until he hands me a spray can. "Go on."

"Can I have gloves?" I look at ridiculously and he rolls his eyes.

"You're such a girl." Zayn mumbles before walking over to the eqipment and searching for a pair of gloves. "Here you go."

Putting them on, I realise how huge they are on me and I show them to Zayn with a pout on my face.

"What big hands you have." Zayn says, tone dry.

I turn back to the blank canvas and sigh. What am I drawing? Who cares, just spray.

So, Spray I do. From beside me Zayn is doing something way more artistic and I scowl.

"Hi?" Zayn questions. "That's all you can do. Hi?"

"There's a smiley face too."

"I would expect a big dick at least." Zayn jokes and I spray his arm.

"Don't start." He warns in a playful manner as he reaches into his pocket. Pulling out a remote, He flicks the stereo on and sprays my arm.

"Hey!" I gasp.

Zayn winks at me and I spray him back again.

"I swear-"

I throw my hands up. "Okay, Okay I surrender."

Zayn gives me a look and I continue 'painting' whatever the thing is I'm 'painting'. I can't take my wariness off him when he walks passed to grab another colour.