Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 6

"Islam teaches tolerance, not hatred; universal brotherhood, not enmity; peace, and not violence." - Pervez Musharraf.

Whoever said they hated makeup, hasn't been through what I've been through.

Normal girls would look at make up as vanity thing, or a way of feeling secure about themselves.

Me? Well. It's like putting on a mask and pushing everything else behind me when I wear the fakest smile I can muster up when I'm with Zayn.

Two years of fake smiling has got me in a place that no one can get me out of.

I'm a master at faking happiness, and I'm a master at pretending to be free.

"Are you ready?" Zayn walks in and leans against the door frame after folding his arms.

I peer at him through the mirror reflection and turn to look at my back again.

"I can't hide it." I murmur as I gather my hair to the side.

Zayn walks in again and grabs the moisturizer and then the concealer.

"Whats this?"

"Concealer."

"Which one is foundation?" He frowns, putting the concealer back.

I grab it and he takes it from me before pouring some on his hand and I widen my gaze at him. "That's expensive!" I scowl.

Zayn shrugs. "So? I'll buy you more."

He frowns and uses his other hand to push me so I'm facing the mirror again and my back is facing him. He squirts moisturizer on his hands this time and rubs the foundation and moisturizer together before placing it over my bruise he had given me.

"You need to learn to do this yourself." Zayn murmurs.

I roll my eyes. "You need to learn to control yourself."

He grabs my hair and tugs roughly, causing me to yelp. "Lose the attitude or you won't be sitting for at least a week."

Zayn let's go of my hair and I glare at him through the mirror.

"There you're done, let's go."

I sigh annoyed and grab my cardigan. Zayn makes his way downstairs and I follow behind a fair distance away from him.

Opening the door, we make it outside and I carefully limp over the gravel driveway.

Zayn looks behind him, at me and I ignore him until he begins to walk back. He bends down and I widen my gaze at him as I step back.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you?" He scowls before picking me up and I panic momentarily before I lay stiff in his arms.

I swallow and slowly wrap my arms around the back of his neck as he walks towards the car.

"You know this nice deed is really freaking me out." I murmur slowly.

Zayn smirks. "Shut up."

I smile timidly. "Just saying."

"Well, I hope it changes."

I give him a look. "It won't change unless you change. We've talked about this before."

Zayn shakes his head annoyed and I take it that it's time to stop before drops me straight on my tail bone.

When we're at the car, I open the door and Zayn places me down carefully onto my feet as I hop into a position to get myself in the car.

Before I even get to close the door, Zayn stops me and I frown before looking at him.