*Emily’s POV (A Few Hours Later)

After a few hours, I’ve landed safely back in NYC. After I get through the gate, I see a man with a sign. It says ‘TAYLOR.’ I go up to the sign and the man asks me if I’m Emily Taylor. When I say I am, I find out that I was sent a limo to take me to my record label. I squeal a little bit before going back to being professional and going with my driver. I get in the limo and go on my way to Columbia Records!

On the way, I look out the window at the big apple. Sometimes I can’t believe Hannah and I go to school here. There’s so many sights to see, Broadway shows, and amazing food. But honestly, I wanted to go to the AMDA campus in LA, not New York. But Hannah is dead set on Broadway so she has to go the NYC campus and she didn’t want to be alone. Plus out of all the girls, I’m the closest to her, and she to me. It would’ve broken her heart if I didn’t go with her.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t notice when the limo pulls up in front of the building and the chauffer opens my door. He holds out his hand and helps me out of the limo. “Here you are, Miss Taylor. I’ll be your driver for the time that you’re in New York City. Call me George.” He says holding out his hand for me to shake with a smile.

“Oh cool! Nice to meet you, George. But call me Emily. “Miss Taylor” is too formal for me.” I say smiling back shaking his hand. “Very well. I’ll be out here when you’re done for the day, Emily. I’ll watch your luggage.” “Thanks George! See you soon.” I say walking into the building.

This place is huge! There’s a reception desk ahead so I decide to go to the nice looking receptionist for where the heck I’m supposed to be. “Excuse me, I’m Emily Taylor. I’m supposed to meet with—“ “See the receptionist on the 24th floor, she’ll tell you where to go from there.” I’m totally thrown off until I realize that the first floor isn’t Columbia Records. It’s only one floor of the entire building…

I take the elevator up to the 24th floor and I find the receptionist. “Hi, welcome to Columbia Records. Can I help you?” I breathe a sigh a relief saying “Yes, I have an appointment with Don DeVito today.” “Ah you must be Emily. Yes his office is down this hallway, last door on the right.”

I thank the receptionist and make my way down the hall, my heart pounding. Today will be the start of my music career. Although there is a chance that I could meet this artist I’m supposed to write music for, and hate their guts. Let’s just hope all goes well. I get to the door and knock. I hear a muffled “Yes?” from inside and reply “It’s Emily Taylor.”

I don’t hear a response but instead the door opens and Mr. DeVito grabs my hand shaking it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Taylor.” He leads me inside and gestures to one of two seats in front of his desk. I sit in the left one and he sits behind his desk.

“The artist you will be writing for should be here any minute. Once he arrives, we will be going over your contract and then you kids can leave and take some time to get to know each other.” he says. “Sounds great to me. Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. DeVito.” “Not at all! Those recordings of your music that he found online…You’re just so good!” He smiles. “Thank you, Mr. DeVito. That means a lot.” “Oh don’t tell me. Tell him.” He says gesturing behind me. I didn’t even hear the door open.

I turn around and see a super hot guy; dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin, lots of tattoos. That is my kind of man. “Emily, this is the young man you will be writing for: ZM. Or as you will now know him as…Mr. Zayn Malik.” “It’s great to meet you, Emily.” He says with a smile and a sexy-as-hell British accent. “It’s great to meet you too, Zayn.”

The whole time, our eyes haven’t left each other. “Well why don’t you two sit down so we can get all this legal stuff out of the way, eh?” Zayn and I sit down in front of his desk and we get down to business. I can’t believe I get to work with this beautiful man on my favorite thing in the whole world, music! This is going to be a summer to remember.

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