Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

23- My New Daddy...?

April 22, 2012 7:50 PM

Sitting in the car with Zayn, I couldn't stop thinking about telling Zayn about Niall. Zayn went on and on about his journey to how he is where he is now, but I was so nervous that real words could not escape from my mouth.

This has went on for a while, about 10 minutes, until now, when he asks, "Olivia? You seem distant, what's wrong?" Zayn asked, placing his hand on my thigh, sending shivers up my spine. "n-nothing.. Just Nervous.." I say; Lies. Well, it was partially correct, I was nervous about telling Zayn about my relationship status..

For the remaining Five minutes of the ride to the restuarant, I laid my head on Zayn's shoulder, with him carressing my cheek, making me feel comfortable.

"We're Here," Mikey said, sliding the window in-between the front and back of the black Mercedez. Zayn got out of the car first, standing tall outside, exposed to the papparazzi that found us. He buttoned one of his buttons of the blazer he had on, and turned aroung to hold out his hand for me.

I take his hand, standing up, exposed to the frequent flashes of the cameramen. As Zayn closed the door, I linked onto his arm, and walked towards the entrance as questions were thrown our way.

Who is this girl?

Is this your new girlfriend, Zayn?

What's your name sweetheart?"

The last comment came from a man who had grabbed my arm, but I had jerked it backout of his grasp, keeping my head low and ofllowing Zayn into the Italian Restaurant.

***

It was now 8:15, and I was sitting at a table for three in the back of the restaurant. Zayn and I had short and sweet conversations, but I'd keep telling him I was nervous, which was not because I was meeting Simon Cowell, it was because I had to tell Zayn about my relationship status with Niall.

"Olivia... Are you sure you are alright?" Zayn asked, taking my hand in his on the table. I nod, but that wasn't enough persuading. "I don't believe you, but whatever it is, I promise I will stand behind you on it." he said, with that sparkle in his eye.

"I really, really hope you keep that..." I say to myself, just for myself to hear; but apparently it was loud enough for Zayn to hear. "Is it that bad?" he asked, looking at me, concerned.

I was about to tell him about Niall, when Simon walked in. "Hi Zayn, and Nice to finally meet Commander Shayne," Simon said, standing behind his seat. I stood up, and gave Simon a friendly hug, to which he gladly gave back.

Along with Simon, was 4 men, wearing black suits and khakis. They looked extremely uptight, like exclusive club members or something. As the hug from Simon parted, the men took a look at me, and typed furiously on thier gadgets and whatever. As I look at them, Simon sat down, and I followed, conscience about myself, since I was being stared down at by these men. The men took seats behind Simon, and faced the table, doing whatever they were doing before, typing away.

"So, how are you Olivia?" Simon asked, calling a waiter over. "Good Evening, what would you like to order?" the young man asked, with his extremely attractive Austrailian Accent.

"I will take Mascato, white; he will take that as well, and for the lady, sparkling water." Simon ordered for us. The waiter walked away, and I looked over at Simon who had started to talk.

"How do you like the rising fame, Olivia? Paparazzi treating you alright?" he asked, to which I responded, "It's a bit annoying, but ya know, I don't have a choice on privacy." I say, causing laughter at the table.