*LATER ON THAT EVENING*

We arrived at Zayn's house in the crack of dusk. Neither Harry nor Vanessa's cars were in the driveway which meant they weren't home. This just made things even more quiet to go around with. We stepped in, immediately rushing to get to the shower only this time it wasn't together. Zayn said something about an important phone call so I just let him be. I took my shower, washing my hair and everything to end up stepping into one of his boxers, grey t-shirt, and navy blue shorts I left here before. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard the running water come from the bathroom downstairs. It was Zayn. I paid no attention to him whatsoever and continued to go into his room so I can grab my phone.

The first thing I saw when it was unlocked was that there was two missed calls and a voicemail from Kennedy. I didn't hesitate on hearing the message she has left me since she never really does this anyways.

"Hey, Paige, since you don't pick up my calls I'm suspecting you're busy right now. Anyways, I'm on break next week and will just love to go out to lunch with you, say maybe.. Panera? Well, wherever the lunch is just know there's some stuff we have to talk about. Okay so.. call me back whenever you get the chance and we'll see if you'll like to go or not. Bye."

The voice mail ended, the machine asking if I'll like to have it repeated but I hung up and went to start texting her back saying I'll love to go and the time around 12 p.m. which is when I get my lunch break.

I set my phone back down to look up in the mirror placed on the wall of Zayn's room in front of me. It was then I noticed something rather strange lye down in his mattress. My eyebrows furrowed as I turned towards the object, slowly walking up to it to see it was only just a notebook. Actually, it was more of a sketchbook if you ask me.

The feeling of snooping around Zayn's room never came up across my mind. I don't like that but it was right there and I couldn't help but get the urge to do so. I was tempted.

I opened up to see the first page, once in my hands. It was a heavy book for sure. The first picture was of an arm filled with tattoos, all similar to Zayn's; it was his. The next few pages were just a bunch of quotes written on walls similar to the ones we saw in Queens. There were a few more others of the New York Harbor and sceneries from Central Park. They were all amazing, filled with delicate detail and persuasive beauty. I never saw this coming from Zayn. When he said he could draw, I didn't think he'll be this good. The pictures got more simple as my finger flipped through the endless pages. I soon stumbled upon one sketch in particular of what seemed to be the familiar faces of Harry and Vanessa. I was shocked. Even I felt the love Zayn incorporated in the picture. I found the way he made them look at each other so beautiful.

I didn't feel like turning the page but an urge inside me pushed me to do it. Once I did, I couldn't believe what it was.. Me.

I wasn't expecting this. Not at all. It was just a simple drawing, my hair covering small parts of my face. Never have I ever saw myself turned into a drawing before. This was better than I expected and it just all seemed to good to be true. Zayn actually drew me out of everything else in this world. My fingers continued to flip across to some more sketches and I was yet to see more pictures of me.

Me. Me. Me.

All with different techniques, different ways of being drawn were put into each piece of paper. Now, I could just stay here and flip pages for who knows how long, but I just have to talk about this with Zayn. It's beautiful and he's been keeping this all a secret. Not anymore.

The book was closed, feet moving across the carpet floor to get out in the hardwood and step down the stairs. I heard faintly noises of what seemed to be a t.v. turning on. My head poked out from the staircase, eyes focusing on the broad back of the most handsome guy ever. He was now changed into a black t-shirt and black gym shorts with black socks rising halfway below his knee. I don't think no one can ever dress better in black in so many ways other than Zayn. It's mostly everything he wears.

A small smile approached my lips as I watched him grab a game controller and start backing up to take a seat in the couch. I thought to myself and finally made up my mind that now was a good time to go in. My feet walked up behind him, finally looking taller since he was sitting down and I was standing up. The book was dropped in front of him on his lap, slightly making him jump towards my actions.

"Holy sh--" He looked up to find me playfully grinning down at him, "You scared me, Paige!"

I smiled, rolling my eyes and leaning over so my cheek can make near contact with his. "I want to know what is this.." I acknowledged looking down at the sketchbook.

His eyes looked down at it, strangely looking a little startled by its presence.

"Where did you find that?" He asked a little nervous.

"It was on your bed." I giggled "Nice drawings by the way."

He knew right there in that moment that he was caught. Though I don't really know what the problem is, I find it cute how he's trying to hide all this. It's a new side of Zayn I'm sure to like.

He sighed, smiling to look back up at me, head resting back on the headboard of the couch between us. "I see you were looking through my stuff.." He messed.

"That's where you're wrong," I chuckled, starting to play with the sides of his hair. "It was already out for me to see."

I found his nervous look intriguing. I wasn't suppose to see his drawings, at least not the ones of me and I'm afraid he already knows it's too late for that. I moved over around the couch, taking a seat next to him and started to smile.

"You're really talented, Zayn." I giggled, touching the point where

his hair ended. He was warm against my touch, this left lingering feelings down my skin.

Zayn chuckled, looking down at his lap. He wasn't going to talk so I figured I might start doing something to get him to start talking. I opened the sketchbook in front of me, nudging closer to his body.

"How come you never told me about this?" I asked, smiling down at the drawings.

"Because I never planned on showing it to anybody." He smiled looking down at me. "But I'm glad you did."

I looked up at him, rationality debating on what to do next.

The sound of the videogame Zayn previously put in sounded. He picked up a second controller, playfully nudging it against me.

"Do you play?"

"Not really." I looked down at it.

"Then I guess it's going to be easy for me to win." He smirked, licking his bottom lip seductively.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes as I took it in my hands. "Oh no, two can play at this game."

Zayn lean against the arm rest and the back of the couch, moving me to come up in between his open legs. I rested my back against his chest while he brought his arms and controller around in front of me. I did the same, moving my arms and controller below his. He finished our position by pressing a small lingering kiss to the roof of head.

This was just.. perfect.

*NEXT WEEK*

"So then I told Grace, no, I was going out to lunch with my sister and she just kept begging me to take over her shift. You know, I really would love to take over her shift but you already agreed and she was only going to go check on her sick boyfriend who I think has the chicken pocks? I don't know.."

Kennedy's words made no interest in me. I mean, I really wanted to pay attention but I just couldn't. Last night, Zayn and I laid together. We talked and without thinking, I brought up the situation with his Mom. He seemed pretty destined when I asked him about leaning him the money and he just said, 'I have another way.'  Whatever that means, I know it's not good. That's why it worries me so much.

"Paige?"

I shook my thoughts away and looked back up at Kennedy.

"Are you okay?" She asked furrowing an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah, yeah.." I smiled, picking at the plate of salad in front of me.

"Sorry to bore you." She chuckled.

"No, you weren't boring me. I was just-- Thinking."

Kennedy still looked mysterious towards me but I did my best to ignore her. The day was sunny and the whether has been the host it's been in days. I'm not letting a small distraction get in the way of my prefect lunch with my only sister.

"Where'd you get that?" She wondered, finger pointing at my chest.

I looked down, realizing what she was talking about and started smiling.

"Zayn gave me this." I remembered that night.

Kennedy's eyes widened. "Oh my God, Paige, that's really beautiful."

"Thanks." I stopped fiddling it with my fingers to look back at her.

"So I guess it's getting pretty serious, huh? Your relationship?" She asked looking very interested.

I blushed at her question, looking down to slightly nod my head.

"Well I'm very happy for you." She placed her hand over mine. "What has it been already? A month since you two have known each other?"

"Almost two." I smiled.

It seemed crazy how fast time has passed by. It feels as if I've known him for my entire life.

"Right." She chuckled bringing her hand back down to pick up her fork. "Are you going to see him today?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. But he told me he had to do something important today so I already know he's going to come by really late."

There was a short period of silence.

"He's a nice guy, Paige." She smiled. "He's also lucky Dad likes him.. Mom too."

I laughed along with her, noticing how true it was what she was talking about.

Kennedy sighed afterwards, looking around for a waiter to come bring us the meal part of the lunch. It was nice, talking to my sister. It's something I don't get to do very often and it sucks. So for right now, I'm just living in the moment.

***

"No way, I can't believe you did that." I laughed. "You want me to believe you actually went bungee jumping?"

"Oh come on, Paige. I can do some crazy stuff? It's not like I'm that old!" She defended.

We were done with our lunch, walking back to where she had her car parked. We started talking and now she's coming up with these crazy stories, I'm afraid I don't even know if this is my real sister. Kennedy may not be old but she surely is old school and classy. Nothing like what she's talking about now.

Our conversation after that point took a calming end, taking some time to just look around and admire the view around us. It was quiet today in New York. Not many people were out and yet I remembered, it was Wednesday, a work day.

The streets soon came blasted with the speed of a car heading this way. Kennedy and I stopped and turned to see what all this was about. I was just as confused as her but it wasn't until the vehicle stopped by the street next to us, windows rolling down to reveal nonetheless..

"Liam?"

"Who is that guy?" Kennedy asked beginning to grow worried.

"Paige, thank God I found you!" He spoke in a hurried tone.

"Liam? What's wrong?" I asked walking up to him.

"It's Zayn. Have you seen him?" He asked.

I shook my head, heart beginning to race in worry.

"Shit!" He pounded his fist against the steering wheel.

"What's going on?" I asked, "Where's Zayn?"

He didn't answer, only he was just too shocked to do so. I was growing impatient. Zayn has a mind of doing stupid stuff when he wants to and when he does, they're never that bright. I'm scared to know what it is.

"Liam, answer me!" I raised my voice.

He looked back at me with a seriously concerned look on his face.

"I think he's about to do something really stupid.." He paused, "You might wanna come in?"