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To say Zayn loves art would be an understatement.
To say Zayn is in love with the tattoo covered, dyed-red haired, blue eyed boy that sits across from him in art class would also be an understatement.
Zayn was putting the finishing touches on his latest project.
He may or may not have been inspired by the cute boy’s eyes. Zayn almost always used oil based paints whereas the boy in front of him draws everything with lead pencils. And, to be honest, some of his work scares Zayn.
Zayn has wanted to confront the beautiful lad about is seemingly horrifying work, but he is always too nervous.
What if I embarrass him?
What if he asks my why I’m looking at his work?
What if he ignores me?
What if it’s a personal topic for him and he really doesn’t want to talk about it?
These are just some of the questions Zayn thinks about before he attempts to ask the boy about his work. As you can probably tell, Zayn doesn’t know this boy’s name.
But he wants to.
He wants to know everything about him. His name, his birthday, his likes, his dislikes, his favorite movie, his favorite color, if he likes to read, what his childhood was like, what he wants to do in the future, how he thinks about himself, what inspires him.
But Zayn really just wants to kiss him.
“Hey, that looks stunning.” Zayn looks up and swears he’s about to have a heart attack because the cute boy was complimenting him.
“T-tha-thanks.” F-ck his stupid stutter. It was always getting in the way of things.
“I’m Louis by the way.” Louis… Louis. Such a beautiful name for an equally beautiful lad.
“Zay-Zayn-n.” Zayn notices that Louis is straining his neck to look at his artwork. He picks it up and turns it so Louis can see it properly.
“I’m always too nervous to use colors; I’m not sure if I’d use too much of one color and not enough of another. But with you, it’s just perfect. You use the perfect amount of each color. I’m jealous.” They laughed. “The last time I tried to paint something,” he pulled out his phone. “It didn’t turn out so well.” Louis hands Zayn his phone.
“Lo-louis, thi-this is a-amaz-zing!” Zayn exclaimed. He hands Louis back his phone. Zayn looks up and notices the slight blush the spreads across Louis’ cheeks.
~one week later~
“I ha-have a chal-llenge for you.” Zayn says to Louis at the beginning of class.
“And what would that be?” Louis seems interested as Zayn hands him red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and pink colored pencils. “Can I use a lead pencil too?” Zayn nods. “Alright I accept your challenge. On one condition: you don’t used any color.”
“Ok-okay.” Zayn smiles. They get up and grab appropriate sized paper then walk back to their tables and start working.
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By the end of class they had both finished their work.
“W-wow, Lou.” Zayn was speechless. Louis made something beautiful.
“I don’t think I’ve ever related more to something I have drawn.” Louis says. “Quite the oxymoron, isn’t it?” Zayn gives Louis a questioning look. “The rainbow is supposed to show happiness. But she’s sad. She’s someone who is sad, but she’s crying something that’s supposed to be happy.” Louis looks at his piece again before putting it down and giving Zayn his full attention. “Let’s see what you made.”
“I-it’s not tha-that good.”
“Holy sh-t!” The teacher shot Louis a look for his foul language. Louis lowered his voice and continued. “What do you mean it’s not that good? This is one of the best works of art I have ever seen, Zayn. It’s truly amazing.”
“Th-thank you.” Zayn smiles.
“Hey, I’m going to an art museum this weekend. Would you like to come?”
“Y-yeah. I’d lo-love to.”
~four months later~
“Look at this. Louis shows off his latest work to Zayn.
“That’s amazing, babe.” Zayn’s stutter is almost completely gone, with the help of a doctor, it only comes around when he’s stressed.
Oh! And Louis and Zayn have started dating.
“It’s for you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Aw, thanks, Louis. I made you something as well.”
“This is incredible, Z. It kinda looks like me.”
“That’s because it is you.” Zayn laughed.
“Well I love it.” Louis walks around the table and stops in front of his boyfriend. “And I love you.” Zayn swears his heart stops. He can’t stop the giant smile that forms on his face. It’s not the first time they’ve said it to each other. Zayn has the same reaction every single time.
“I love you, too.” Louis is about to lean in for a kiss, but Zayn decides to take a paint brush and swipe it across Louis’ lips, leaving a line of red paint behind.
“Hey it matches your hair.” Zayn joked.
“Oh no you did not.” Louis quickly picks up another paint brush and copies Zayn’s action, but this time it leaves behind a line of yellow paint. “Yellow looks good on you.”
“Wanna make orange?”
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