The Bet
The Deal
Chapter One
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“Look! It’s Missy Hale.” Someone shouted from somewhere in the crowd as I was walking on the sidewalk.
A swarm of people and paparazzi gathered around me trying to get pictures and autographs while yelling to gain my attention.
I didn’t feel like dealing with any of this today, but placed a pretty smile on my face as I turned around to my fans. I signed many autographs and took many pictures before I told the crowd I had to leave.
There were many protests and loud whines.
“Sorry darlings. I have to go back to film.”
At the mention of my job, the crowd parted like the Red Sea. I hurried down the sidewalk, not missing the opportunity of my fans being cooperative and made my way to the back of the studio.
“There you are!” our direction, Mr. Tyson, exclaimed when I arrived.
“So sorry, I got swarmed by some fans and paps.” I told him.
“No worries, now on to hair and makeup so they can make you a fairy.”
“A fairy?” I asked.
“Yeah, didn’t you get the new script?” he asked.
“No. What new script?” I asked again.
A frustrated groan came from the older man. “I told Zayn to give you the script. That little prat.”
A disapproving look graced my features at the mention of Zayn’s name. “No worries, I’ll go and find him.”
“You need your hair and makeup done!” he exclaimed, his face going red.
“I can’t act if I don’t know my lines.: I argued.
“I’m sure there’s an extra script around here.” He muttered.
I looked away from my director and rolled my eyes as he searched for an extra copy of the script. It was then that I saw Zayn walking past. I quickly grabbed his arm to gain his attention.
At the feel of someone touching him, he turned around and faced me. “What?” he asked sounding annoyed.
“I hear you have the new script to give to me.” I told him, trying to be nice.
“If you let go of my arm, I’ll give it to you.”
“Good.” I said and let him go, slightly blushing. His arms were quite muscular and I scolded myself for such thoughts.
“You have a trailer?” I asked.
He gave me a weird look. “Yeah. Didn’t you hear? I play the lead now.”
My eyes widened in shock. “What?” I breathed.
“Don’t look so happy.” Zayn said, as he started walking.
“When did that happen? But, but what about Anthony?”
“As of two days ago and your precious Anthony took a better offer with some other film.”
“Precious?” I questioned as I struggled to keep up with Zayn’s stride. I grabbed onto his arm again to try and slow him down, but he just dragged me along.
“Don’t you adore him?” he asked, turning his head to steal a glance at me. His light brown eyes met my narrowed ones for a second before he looked away. “You need to gain some weight.”
I was taken aback by his comment, but from Zayn I wouldn’t expect anything else. I ignored the Anthony topic all together as I addressed the weight comment.
“Do not, I’m perfectly healthy.”
“I bet I could carry you around all day without any struggle.”
“Seriously doubt that.”
We reached his trailer and he turned to face me. “Missy you weigh about a grand total of 45 pounds.”
“For your information I’m 110 pounds and I bet you couldn’t carry me around for half a day.”
“Let’s make a bet then.”
“What?”
“A bet. I say I can carry you around for me than half a day.”
“Deal. What are the wages?” I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Zayn thought for a moment. “If I win… let’s say loser takes winner to dinner – a nice, fancy one.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal hotshot.”
“Shake.”
We both shook hand and then I felt Zayn lifting me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing!” I shrieked.
“We made a bet and I plan on winning.”
“What’s going on out here?” I heard Mr. Tyson shouting.
“Missy isn’t feeling all that great so I’m gonna take her back to her house.”
I hit Zayn in the back for making up such a lie. However, he didn’t even seem to notice my violent act.
“You think carrying her like that is going to help her feel any better?”
“She wouldn’t listen to me when I told her she should go home and rest, so this was the measure I took.” Zayn said.
He was a good liar I concluded.
“Missy.” I heard Mr. Tyson call.
I lifted my head up as best I could. “Yes sir?”
“You need to go home and rest. I don’t want you getting everyone else sick.”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. And Zayn? Make sure you carry her in a more gentle way. Bridle style seems reasonable in this case.”
I felt myself being moved and when Zayn had stopped shifting me around, I realized he was no holding me bridal style. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck for the fear of being dropped.
“Missy. You look awful. I can’t believe I was going to let you work today.”
My mouth gaped open and I heard Zayn chuckle.
“Zayn take her home immediately.”
“Of course.”
My grip tightened around Zayn’s neck as he began walking away. When we were out of eyesight and earshot, I decided to speak up.
“I can’t believe you lied to him.”
“He’ll deal. Now,” he paused and moved me back so I was over his shoulder, “Let’s carry out this deal.”
“This is awful!” I told him. “At least I didn’t wear that dress I wanted to today.”
“You’ll deal.” Zayn said and ignored the rest of my complaints as he carried me down the sidewalk.
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“Look! It’s Missy Hale.” Someone shouted from somewhere in the crowd as I was walking on the sidewalk.
A swarm of people and paparazzi gathered around me trying to get pictures and autographs while yelling to gain my attention.
I didn’t feel like dealing with any of this today, but placed a pretty smile on my face as I turned around to my fans. I signed many autographs and took many pictures before I told the crowd I had to leave.
There were many protests and loud whines.
“Sorry darlings. I have to go back to film.”
At the mention of my job, the crowd parted like the Red Sea. I hurried down the sidewalk, not missing the opportunity of my fans being cooperative and made my way to the back of the studio.
“There you are!” our direction, Mr. Tyson, exclaimed when I arrived.
“So sorry, I got swarmed by some fans and paps.” I told him.
“No worries, now on to hair and makeup so they can make you a fairy.”
“A fairy?” I asked.
“Yeah, didn’t you get the new script?” he asked.
“No. What new script?” I asked again.
A frustrated groan came from the older man. “I told Zayn to give you the script. That little prat.”
A disapproving look graced my features at the mention of Zayn’s name. “No worries, I’ll go and find him.”
“You need your hair and makeup done!” he exclaimed, his face going red.
“I can’t act if I don’t know my lines.: I argued.
“I’m sure there’s an extra script around here.” He muttered.
I looked away from my director and rolled my eyes as he searched for an extra copy of the script. It was then that I saw Zayn walking past. I quickly grabbed his arm to gain his attention.
At the feel of someone touching him, he turned around and faced me. “What?” he asked sounding annoyed.
“I hear you have the new script to give to me.” I told him, trying to be nice.
“If you let go of my arm, I’ll give it to you.”
“Good.” I said and let him go, slightly blushing. His arms were quite muscular and I scolded myself for such thoughts.
“You have a trailer?” I asked.
He gave me a weird look. “Yeah. Didn’t you hear? I play the lead now.”
My eyes widened in shock. “What?” I breathed.
“Don’t look so happy.” Zayn said, as he started walking.
“When did that happen? But, but what about Anthony?”
“As of two days ago and your precious Anthony took a better offer with some other film.”
“Precious?” I questioned as I struggled to keep up with Zayn’s stride. I grabbed onto his arm again to try and slow him down, but he just dragged me along.
“Don’t you adore him?” he asked, turning his head to steal a glance at me. His light brown eyes met my narrowed ones for a second before he looked away. “You need to gain some weight.”
I was taken aback by his comment, but from Zayn I wouldn’t expect anything else. I ignored the Anthony topic all together as I addressed the weight comment.
“Do not, I’m perfectly healthy.”
“I bet I could carry you around all day without any struggle.”
“Seriously doubt that.”
We reached his trailer and he turned to face me. “Missy you weigh about a grand total of 45 pounds.”
“For your information I’m 110 pounds and I bet you couldn’t carry me around for half a day.”
“Let’s make a bet then.”
“What?”
“A bet. I say I can carry you around for me than half a day.”
“Deal. What are the wages?” I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Zayn thought for a moment. “If I win… let’s say loser takes winner to dinner – a nice, fancy one.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal hotshot.”
“Shake.”
We both shook hand and then I felt Zayn lifting me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing!” I shrieked.
“We made a bet and I plan on winning.”
“What’s going on out here?” I heard Mr. Tyson shouting.
“Missy isn’t feeling all that great so I’m gonna take her back to her house.”
I hit Zayn in the back for making up such a lie. However, he didn’t even seem to notice my violent act.
“You think carrying her like that is going to help her feel any better?”
“She wouldn’t listen to me when I told her she should go home and rest, so this was the measure I took.” Zayn said.
He was a good liar I concluded.
“Missy.” I heard Mr. Tyson call.
I lifted my head up as best I could. “Yes sir?”
“You need to go home and rest. I don’t want you getting everyone else sick.”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. And Zayn? Make sure you carry her in a more gentle way. Bridle style seems reasonable in this case.”
I felt myself being moved and when Zayn had stopped shifting me around, I realized he was no holding me bridal style. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck for the fear of being dropped.
“Missy. You look awful. I can’t believe I was going to let you work today.”
My mouth gaped open and I heard Zayn chuckle.
“Zayn take her home immediately.”
“Of course.”
My grip tightened around Zayn’s neck as he began walking away. When we were out of eyesight and earshot, I decided to speak up.
“I can’t believe you lied to him.”
“He’ll deal. Now,” he paused and moved me back so I was over his shoulder, “Let’s carry out this deal.”
“This is awful!” I told him. “At least I didn’t wear that dress I wanted to today.”
“You’ll deal.” Zayn said and ignored the rest of my complaints as he carried me down the sidewalk.
