Life With Mr. Malik (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4: Surprise

After Zayn kicked me out of the studio because I was, in his words, being a total distraction to them all, I decided I'd just take a walk. I strode to the nearest restaurant I found because I realized I haven't had breakfast and from the looks of it, it was about ten minutes past eleven o' clock. And so, I entered In-N-Out: the only place I think is happier than the happiest place on earth for some brunch. Yes, I do have some traumatic experiences in Disneyland, most of which involve getting caught by security officers after I had so allegedly chased the Disney characters away. It's not my fault Chip n' Dale looked like they had acorns stuffed in their cheeks and I just wanted to pinch the crap out of them!

When I entered the restaurant, the place smelled of burgers and fries, I just had the sudden urge to scream.

And that's exactly what I did.

Stretching my arms out, I yelled, "Oh mama, I'm home!" with the same expression people in commercials wear when they taste food and they look like they just had Willy Wonka's entire chocolate factory in their mouths.

"Hey," said a voice from behind me. I turned around almost too quickly, so much so that my scarf almost strangled me.

"Yo," I said, massaging my neck. Poor little Nick, you almost snapped. Yes, I did name my neck Nick. Oh, what's that? You have a problem with it?

Ain't nobody got time for dat.

"This is your home too, huh?" He asked me and I couldn't help but stare at his really gorgeous eyes which are the same color as my favorite Hershey's dark chocolate bar.

Man, my mouth's beginning to water.

"You bet!" I said, thrusting a fist in the air. "Burgers are my best friends."

"And fries?" He added.

"Married to them." I answered with a wink, banging my fist against my chest twice before pulling off a peace sign that left him laughing like a hyena which made me want to flip my hair at how awesome I am. God, I'm so jealous of my mom. She gave birth to a legend. And just so we're clear, if you thought I was referring to Austin, I will have you thrown in the THG arena.

And trust me, you wouldn't want to go there.

President Snow and I are buddies-4-lyf.

"You're alright." He said, making my cheeks turn redder than a tomato.

"Thanks . . . I guess." I said as I tried to sound as calm as possible although failing miserably. I realized that when a cute guy compliments you, it's rather difficult to compose yourself.

"Do you want to hang out?" He asked with a cute grin. "We can grab a smoothie or something. Or we could get some hotdogs. My treat."

At first, I didn't find it so tempting but then, he said those two words.

My treat.

How can anyone pass up an offer like that?

But unfortunately, I had to. Thanks a lot, Zayn!

"No, sorry. I can't be gone for too long because I have to get back to my boss, Zayn Malik or he's going to roast my intestines on his brand new grill." I said casually. A few seconds later, my eyes widened as I realized I said his name. I smacked both my palms against my lips. "What I meant was . . . um." He raised an eyebrow at me as I stuttered. "I just love One Direction's Zayn Malik a lot. Like, a lot. I practically worship the dude, you know? And uh, I like to think he's my boss because um, that way, I get to feel like we sort of have this connection between us." I tapped the spot where my heart was and began rubbing it gently for dramatic effects. "You know what I mean?" I finished off with a shaky laugh, scratching the side of my neck.