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U.N.I- A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Strictly Business

The bright light shinning through my window woke me up around 7 A.M. the following morning. I had only got a few hours of sleep, feeling obligated to stay up and learn everything I possibly could about Zayn Malik.

I rummaged through my things and pulled out a white blouse, blue skirt, black tights, black zip up wedges and a fitted black blazer. I deemed the outfit appropriate and slid into the bathroom.

There was only one bathroom in the apartment so I quickly took a shower and got out so Emerson could ready herself.

Once ready we both walked into the building together. Before we entered Angela’s office I felt Emerson’s arm swing in front of me causing my body to jolt and stop. “Good luck today.” She said in a not-so-perky voice.

The rest of the interns where already standing in front of Angela’s desk. Today I took time to analyze the rest of the girls. Many of them were very beautiful making me feel like I should have powdered my nose or thrown some blush on my cheeks.

Angela walked in the door and coolly and calmly took a seat at her desk. Once she situated herself she looked up at us.

“They will be here in ten minutes, you all have meeting rooms set up where you can talk and whatnot. Assignments are outside my door. Go now before I send you all home.” Her voice was stern and crude this morning.

We all shuffled out quickly. As I went to look at the list I felt a slight tug at my arm. I flipped my head to see Emerson’s bright pink lips smile at me. “Come with me.”

She didn’t give me much of an opportunity to respond as she pulled me down the hallway.

Her small hands wrapped around my arm as she tugged me into a restroom.

“What are we doing in here? Did you hear her? They are going to be here in ten minutes.” I asked viciously—but not too viciously because Emerson some what intimidated me—hence the reason I was still calling her Emerson when she had told me to call her M&M.

“Spenc, you look like shit.” She pulled a makeup bag from her bag and tugged me so I was standing in front of her.

She whipped out some mascara first and I allowed her to apply it my eye.

“You must have not gotten much sleep last night. We should really get you a mirror for your room, I’ve noticed we only have one mirror in the whole apartment and that is in the bathroom. We should also get some sort of curtains because those windows in our rooms are huge.” She continued to talk as she went to town on my face.

“You are very reckless sleeper.” She added.

I furrowed my eyebrow wondering how in the world she knew that.

“I could hear you tossing and turning through the walls, those beds are so loud.”

She explained herself.

“Alright all done.” She snapped her makeup bag closed and shoved it back in her bag.

I followed Emerson down the hallway and into the room where our meeting would take place.
The room was rather small, it contained a small desk and four or five chairs situated all around the room. It looked more like a storage room than it did an office room.

I watched as Emerson began to move the chairs around.

“A little help Spenc?” Her little head full of blonde bold curls looked at me.

I quickly got to work and helped her move things around in order to make the room look like less of a place where they keep all the office supplies.

As we finished positioning things Emerson and I sat next to each other. In irritation I watched as Emerson picked her phone from her bag and clicked it to check the time.

I could tell she was just as frustrated as I was when noticing Zayn was five minutes late. So it was unacceptable for us to be late but Zayn being late was perfectly fine.
Agitated, Emerson got up from her seat and walked out the door.

I looked down at my fingers as they made circles around each other in anxiousness.
A deep clearing-throat sound pulled me from my trance. I looked up to see Angela statue-d at the door.

My mind started to race and my heart pounded. “Emerson went to find out where Zayn was.”
“He is running a bit late and should be here in the next few minutes. I will be sitting in on the meeting to moderate and make sure everything goes smoothly.” She explained.

“But-um-What about everyone else?” Had I done something wrong causing my boss to have such a watchful eye on me on the first day.

“Everyone else doesn’t need the special attention the two of you will need handling Mr. Malik.”

I gulped down hard as my throat began to dry out.
To my fortune Emerson pranced back in the room. Angela quickly and strictly explained Zayn’s lateness and we all took a seat and waited for Zayn to arrive.

The room filled with an awkward silence as we waited. I found my fingers making circles around each other again as we sat in silence.

“Ms. Layne. Are you alright?” Angela suggested as she gestured to my eccentric fingers.

“Y-Yea.” I tried to hide my stutter and forced my fingers to stop there agitated movements.

“We have hand signals.” Emerson blurted out. “You see Angela? Spencer was just practicing.” She protected me.

I wasn’t sure why she had come to my aid but I curtly nodded my head to confirm our non-existent hand signals.

As I was about to speak another deep clearing-throat sound erupted from the door. A much deeper sound than Angela’s, I felt my chest tighten as I swung my head towards the door.
A 5’9 boy stood in the frame of the door. His dark eyes looked agitated and resentful and his features seemed to be more defined in person. I had spent all night staring at pictures and watching videos of him yet his beauty still took me with a shock.

A simple white shirt clung to his chest and a black leather jacket was tossed over the top of. His long legs displayed nicely fitted black pants.

My nervous eyes travelled up the length of his body slowly as I attempted to not make stupid little circles with my fingers.

I trained my eye on his face to avoid myself from creeping him out.

I watched as Emerson boldly got up and walked towards him. I followed with hastiness. She stuck her small hand out towards him and introduced herself. I did the same but not with the same grace or confidence Emerson had.

We sat in the seats and the meeting began.

As my heart began to race Angela took over. I quickly realized this meeting was more a test rather than a casually meeting with our client.

Angela quickly darted questions at us, Emerson took the liberty of answering many of them as I shied away in my seat.

“Okay. Spencer. Zayn just got out of a relationship. With who?”

I noticed as Emerson jumped a bit in anxiousness—she knew the answer.
I knew the answer too but it had completely slipped my mind.

I sat there in an attempt to squeeze the answer out but the name just wasn’t coming to me.
“Um…P-P-Pearl Edwin?”

“Perrie Edwards.” Emerson jumped in a little too anxiously.

Crap. Perrie, I knew that one.

“I-I’m sorry.” I quickly apologized.

“Do NOT apologize, just stay focused next time.” Angela protested.

My eyes maneuvered from my hands to Angela. After my slip up I was sure to be on her hit list, or some sort of list that causes me to loose my internship.

As her mouth continued to run I blocked her out and focused on the dark figure placed before me.

First I analyzed his hands—they were big and just as perfect as hands could be. Next I carefully drew my eyes up his arms. I took note of the many tattoos he had and took a mental note to ask him about it later.

My eyes moved up his arms and his shoulders that were a bit wide set.
Finally, I drew my eyes on his face first noticing the stubble that rounded his mouth.
His brown vivid eyes looked diligently into mine. I shyly looked down at my hands in embarrassment and reassured myself that I wasn’t making circles. He had noticed me starring at him which made me feel rather out of place and awkward.
Here I was starring at the intriguing dark man before me when I was supposed to be focusing on my work.

To my utter happiness the meeting was quickly over with. Angela explained to us that we needed to all go down to the main office to learn what would happen next and then she finally left.

I let out a huge sigh as she walked out of the room.

“Well that was irritating. She completely ruined that.

We should get down to the first floor but I need to go to the restroom. You two take the elevator down and I’ll meet you there.” Emerson quickly left the room before I could protest.
I circled around towards Zayn. He was on his phone and didn’t seem to be at the least bit interested in what was going on.



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