"Waliyha, I don't want to watch the Hangover"
"Why not?" My sister whined "mum says I can't watch it without you-"
"I'm not watching it" I snapped "end of story"
"Why not?"
"I watched the trailer" I said "they show dicks in that"
"So what?" She asked "be a man and-"
"I'm not gay, I don't even look at shirtless guys and you know that" I said "I'm not making some exception for a movie you want to watch"
"You don't even have to watch it" She rolled her eyes "you can just sit on the couch and draw or whatever"
"No!" I shouted "ask Doniya"
"She told me to ask you too-"
"Then I guess you aren't watching the movie" I shrugged
"But Zayn-"
"The answer is no"
"Mum!" Waliyha shouted "Zayn won't watch with me!"
"Zayn, watch the movie with your sister" mum called
"See?" She smirked
"I've had enough of you" I picked up my keys
"Where are you going?" Waliyha asked
"Out"
"What about the hangover?"
"Watch it by yourself" I snapped "I'm not interested"
I left the house is a horrid mood. I slammed the doors shut behind me and I even slammed my car door... The one thing I was never violent with was my car, she was my pride and joy.
I drove down to the empty lot and found a truck as well as a motorbike and bicycle in the lot. I parked my car and took out my plain brown pack. I put one strap over my shoulder and ventured down into the darkness
I found my art wall underground, and passed a few other artists too, occasionally finding a new piece on the cement tunnel wall
I saw a boy with a notepad sitting against a wall that hadn't changed in almost a month. He had a pair of glasses on and he seemed to be sketching
"Listen buddy, this place is for spray painters only" I informed him
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry" the boy got to his feet "was I drawing your work?"
"Yes" I nodded "you were also drawing a legends private work that he made under here so nobody could see it"
"Oh my..." The boy said quietly "I didn't realise this place had rules like that"
"Well this place does, and it's restricted access" I said maybe a little to harshly "everything in here is copyrighted"
"So... You're one of them?" The boy asked
"Yeah" I narrowed my eyes "if you want to do discriminate like that"
"Oh no..." The boy waved his hands "I meant one of the undiscovered artists"
"Whatever" I folded my arms
"Hang on a second... I know you, you're Zayn Malik?" The boy chewed the end of his pencil
"How'd you know?" I asked
"Well I took a look at your wall" The boy said "an I also remember you at the tattoo parlour last week, I believe you got something on your Adonis Belt?"
"Yeah" I frowned "so what?"
"I didn't... I didn't realise you were into art" the boy's cheeks tinted pink
"You didn't draw anything of mine did you?" I asked
"Was that wrong of me?" The boy asked quickly
"Very" I pushed him into the wall "I do not appreciate people sharing my work"
"I-I'm sorry" the boy stuttered
"Give me the notebook" I put out my hand
The boy handed it to me and I flipped through the pages... He'd practically drawn my entire wall
I began to tear out my pictures and screw them up, tossing them into the water below
"P-please" the boy begged "you have no idea how long it took me to do those"
"And you... Have no idea how long it took me to do the originals" I continued to tear apart his book "and you also have no idea how serious I am about people stealing my designs"
"It was no theft!" The boy protested "I was admiring your work!"
I tore out the last picture of my wall and then screwed it up, feeling a pain in my chest
"Th-that was a ninety dollar notebook" the boy stuttered "d-do you know how long it took me to save up for that"
"I'm sure your parents just bought it the moment you snapped your fingers" I sneered
"M-my parents did no such thing!" He disagreed
"Listen here princess, I don't want you round here and I'm pretty sure nobody else does either" I handed him his notepad that now only had three page inside "so grab your little bicycle and pedal on home okay?"
"I-I'm reporting you" the boy stuttered "I'm going to get this entire place shut down-"
"Don't you dare" I growled "if you do, I will kill you in your sleep"
"I was only trying to be friendly" the boy began to cry "I was only using your work for a school project"
"School project?" I asked confused
"Yeah" he nodded through his tears "we were supposed to be doing an inspiration of ours that hadn't been quite discovered-"
"You chose me?" I asked in shock
The boy snivelled and nodded
"I-I'm flattered" I began to feel bad for losing my temper so quickly "I suppose... I suppose you could use my work"
"I'm sorry" the boy laughed and wiped his eyes "I feel like a bit of a dick crying in this situation"
"It's fine" I offered out my hand "Zayn Malik"
"Louis Tomlinson mr Malik" Louis shook my hand
"I'm seventeen Louis" I chuckled "I'm not a mister"
"Right" Louis nodded quickly "sorry"
"I'll redraw my designs for you" I said "then you can hand them in-"
"You're just going to give me your work?" Louis asked amazed
"Well I'm supposed to be undiscovered and I am, don't exactly have legally copyrighted work so... Yeah" I shrugged
"Thank you!" Louis beamed "you won't be sorry for letting me use your work!"
"I hope not"
"Oh and... I'm a little bit of an artist too" Louis pulled up his sleeves
"Nice" I nodded in approval of the tattoos that covered his arms
Little did I know that letting Louis use my art would turn my world into something that I'd never imagined possible....
