U.N.I- A Zayn Malik Fanfiction
I dressed myself for the day. A simple white blouse with a black stripe down the middle, a yellow blazer paired with a black mini skirt and black heals. I dressed myself in meditation, hoping to piss of Zayn.
He had freaked out so much the day before about my outfit, I figured that if it bothered him so much it was worth my extra efforts.
I reported to Angela’s office, meeting all the other interns there.
“Alright ladies, I hope you learned a lot yesterday. Today you will spend the morning meeting with record companies. They will tell you what they like to see in their artists, they will teach you many things. So learn and I would suggest that you make a very good impression. This afternoon and evening you will spend with your boy. Please keep them under control. I would advice you to stay with them but if you feel they will be alright without you, then by all means take some of the day off.”
Angela quickly rushed us out of her office and put us in a small car that had a bit of the shape of a mini bus.
Emerson was busy the whole ride talking to the many relations she had already made.
That was the biggest difference between the two of us. Emerson was very outgoing and forward, the qualities of a great manager.
The morning was brutal. We were rushed between four to five record companies, I stopped keeping track after two and thought we had visited five but Emerson reassured me it was only four.
The record companies ranged from big companies with very well known clients to small companies with small clients—the message being pretty much the same everywhere we went. I took note as each spoke to us and forced myself to ask them generic questions afterwards to show an interest and learn more.
Emerson on the other hand didn’t take notes but after every speech given walked up to them and introduced herself in a very bubbly fashion.
“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle Zayn for the whole rest of the day.” Emerson flipped her curls towards me in a sunny and jaunty fashion as the bus tugged us towards our companies building.
I wasn’t sure what kind of response she wanted from me so I just shrugged my shoulders and hoped she would drop the subject.
“What if I watched him this afternoon and you took him tonight?” I wasn’t really keen on her motion but I nodded my head because I really didn’t want to spend the rest of my day with lurid, sunless Zayn Malik either.
As we returned to the office and the apartments I drug myself to our small little apartment. Emerson and I parted ways agreeing that at 5 o’clock she would pick me up and take me to wherever Zayn was.
I took my time waiting for my shift with Zayn walking around searching for curtains at shops that were in walking distance.
After stopping by four or five stores I finally found some curtains. They weren’t that cute but I figured they would do.
Around five fifteen Emerson stumbled in the door huffing and puffing. I jumped from the couch as quick as I could “Are you alright?!”
“I-I… forced him to come ……with me….once we got here…. h-h-he got out of the car and started running.” She drug her body to the closest chair and flung it like a rag doll.
“Where is he now?!” I asked in a panic.
“I got him- he’s-he’s-“
I nodded my head at her hoping she would continue but she didn’t.
My head jerked around at the sound of large footsteps walking through the door. My eyes scanned the dark figure. His jeans fitting smugly like always and paired with a plain white shirt with a jean vest thrown over.
As my eyes approached his face I notice a black beanie on it holding his hair back.
He looked really nice, a lot less dark and scary than he did the previous day.
“Would you stop staring at me?” He questioned in a cocky tone as he rose an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
I rolled my eyes as I stood up walking out the door, not giving Zayn a second glance.
The door slammed behind me as I pulled me phone out to check the time. Zayn walked in front of me and lead me into an elevator.
I tried my best to keep my body from tensing up as the memory of the last time I was in an elevator with Zayn plagued my mind.
Once we reached the bottom floor I let out a giant sigh very well aware that it was louder than planned. I heard a small scoff escape from Zayn as he exited the elevator.
We walked up to Zayn’s extremely fancy car he had left here this afternoon. I felt helpless not having a car.
“Where are we going?” I flashed him a large smile as I attempted to stay positive.
He glared at me as if I was crazy. “Home.” He dismally responded.
“And Emerson had to come get me to babysit you at home why?” I couldn’t deny I was mad Emerson probably hadn’t even asked Zayn what his plans for the rest of the day where.
“Beats me.” He shrugged his shoulders sluggishly as he spoke
“She doesn’t like to listen to what I say.” He added in a witty fashion.
I let out a shy giggle in agreement— Emerson was pretty tough headed and I could understand why a person like her wouldn’t even try and hear what someone like Zayn had to say.
I let out a large sigh as Zayn backed up and drove away.
“So, do you have any plans tonight?” I figured it was valid considering I was on Zayn watch tonight.
“Not really. Maybe go out later tonight. I suppose I need to feed you.” The tone of his voice held a tint of malice.
“Well I will be with you all night and I am a human so I’m thinking I’m going to be hungry.” I said sarcastically but spitefully.
“Woah, it was just a question. I thought you where one of those girls who doesn’t eat.”
“I wasn’t hungry yesterday.” I defended.
“Yea whatever.” He didn’t believe me but I was in no mood to fight him over something so silly.
Who care’s if he believed me?
Silence generated through the car as my gaze shifted towards the window and all the scenery outside.
I hadn’t gotten much a chance to enjoy England since I got here.
“You couldn’t have worn more clothes?” His scoff brought my lips to slightly pull into somewhat of a smile. I had successfully pissed him off the only way I knew how.
“I’m surprised you noticed.” I stated in satisfaction.
He didn’t respond so I shifted my attention towards his face—full of the same prideful and cloudy expression.
My mouth fell agape as we pulled in front of a gated home, Zayn rolled his window down as I sat in awe—his house was beautiful.
As his car tugged forward into the driveway I took a moment to take in the scenery. The grass so green and the plants so lively—he must have someone do all that stuff for him.
His door slammed tight, I watched from inside the car as he apathetically roamed towards his front door.
The cloudy figure looked back at my still seated in the car and motioned for me to come in.
My feet hit the fancy tiled floor as I slowly entered Zayn’s house.
Still in astonishment I observed everything in the front room.
I felt Zayn look at me a few times with a rather confused face before he grabbed my arm and drug me behind him.
The bang of a door broke me from my trance.
I looked around the current room. It was his bedroom, I could tell because it was a very familiar scent to the one he emitted.
I watched as Zayn rushed to his drawer, walked towards me and roughly threw something at me that I jumped away from.
I let out a light yell.
“Calm down. They’re just sweatpants.”
I peered at him in confusion. “Put them on. I can’t look at you.” He unpleasantly said as he walked away from me.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
There was no way I was going to loose Zayn the first time I was looking after him.
“Take a shower. Do I need some sort of approval mum?” He scowled as he stopped in his tracks.“No… I just… Just was curious I guess.”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he turned from me and left the room.
Letting out a sigh I figured I had caused Zayn enough misery already and quickly changed into his sweats. They were enormous and fit in no way; there was a small string that I pulled to tighten them but they just bunched up and made me look huge around the waist.
I gave up trying to make them look good as I heard the sound of the water shutting off, informing me Zayn was finished in the shower.
I casually sat in a chair to the side of his room, feeling to awkward to sit on his bed that looked a hundred times more comfortable.
The steam from the bathroom filled the room as Zayn opened the door. I focused my eyes on him.
He was shirtless and more beautiful than I previously expected.
He didn’t have nearly as much muscle on his stomach as he did on his arms but there was still something so beautiful about it.
I took note of his tattoo placed on his shoulder blade and his tattoo on his lower abdomen.
“Quit it!” He snapped me from my hard, long stare at his body.
“You seriously should learn to not stare.” He bellowed as he made his way to his dresser. My cheeks instantly flushed. I wanted to quit staring but I could help it. My eyes were drawn to his back as he walked.
As a shirt slipped over his perfectly sculpted body I forced myself to look away.
Zayn turned towards me and smiled in somewhat of a mischievous way. “You comfy in that nasty old chair?”
“Its not that bad.” I crossed my arms as he crossed his and took a seat on his bed.
“Harry got it for me at a thrift store as a joke.” He darkly snickered.
As the words escaped his lips I shifted my weight trying to look comfortable. “You should probably get of it, it might break.” The small laughter faded.
“Its-“ I felt the chair start to fall apart. I jumped up as quickly as I could, the chair toppling to the ground. My stomach turned as is collapsed on the floor.
Here it goes. Zayn is going to kill me.
I was sure in that moment he was going to kill me.