Fix You

Chapter 12

*Lucy's POV*

I couldn't believe was I saw in front of me.

"Di-did you draw me?"

I walked slowly forward and carefully let my fingers rest on the black shadows behind the person on the wall who almost looked completely like me. It was truly beautiful and never in my life had I thought that Zayn was an artist, like, really an artist. He once said something about him writing but when I asked he refused that he had said it, maybe there were even more behind the surface of this boy than I had thought.

"Is it really me?"

I looked over at the room he had disappeared to and saw him frozen in the door.

"I-I..."

"You're talented" I said softly and looked back at the painting on the wall. I know I probably should be freaked out or scared or even mad, I mean, a boy from my school had a painting of me on his wall in his flat, but I was more kind of flattered.

"I-" he began but I cut him off by raising a hand, indicating him to be quiet.

"Just..." I trailed off, my eyes still on the wall. The shadows behind me was what caught my eyes the most. It was like they were a part of me, floating around the person you saw by first sight.

Zayn made his way to where I was and carefully placed himself in an arms distance from me "You weren't supposed to see that" he mumbled and looked down at his feet.

I looked around at his flat and I have to admit that I was a bit surprised. His flat was nothing like I had imagined, just another sign that I judge too quickly, I guess. The walls were white (except the one with the painting of who I assume was me), it was quite small but cozy, kind of the flat I would live in if I didn't had all the money from my parents. It was clean and tidy, a black couch placed quiet random, it looked more like it was just pushed away from the wall, because on the opposite wall was a small flat screen TV. There was a big stereo and some posters of bands like Queen, Nirvana, Pink Floyd and so on, and it still had that bad boy look which I had grown to love... or like, whatever.

"Sorry for following you like a stalker" I said when I remembered that I had followed him to apologize for my behavior yesterday.

"I guess this makes me more of a stalker" he chuckled lightly but I felt him stiffen up again.

I took a deep breath before I spoke "Look, Zayn I'm so sorry for what you heard yesterday, I didn't mean to-"

"You're sorry that I heard it? Or sorry that you said it?" he asked sounding pissed off, which I guess he has every right to be, after all it was me who was an asshole to him. A big one. But I still had no answer for him.

"Thought so" he scoffed and threw himself on the couch "I assume you can find your way out on your own?"

His words hurt but I wasn't one to walk away from what I wanted and I wanted him to be... not mad at me.

"I'm not used to this Zayn. Used to people talking about me like that behind my back, so, sorry for tackling it the wrong way. I defended you at the party and I wouldn't have done that if I didn't wanted anything to do with you and even though I don't know what that is, please, just give me a chance"

He looked at me and I thought of saying something more but he spoke before I had found something "I don't want a friend or what so ever who's going to act disgusted by me whenever we're seen together by other people. I'm fine by myself, thank you very much. Now leave"

At some point while he was speaking I saw it from his point of view. I had dragged him to a party, kept my distance from him before getting two girls away from him. He had kind of protected me, carried me home and I had almost shared my secret with him. Then home at my house I had practically begged him to stay and cuddle with me and all he had done was being nice to me, doing what I asked him for. Then Monday at school I indirectly called him 'nothing' and didn't even have the courage to run after him and apologize right away. I'm a fucking spoiled and rich bitch. Yes, I said it.