I scrolled my eyes at his papers; college graduate danced in school plays and has been to several concerts. What kind of person mentions how many concerts they've been to on a CV?
"Um, do you know what a job is?" I mouthed like he was a retard.
"Of course I do and I'm sure getting this job would be all the more interesting" He smirked.
"Why? because you enjoy dancing?" I asked curiously.
"That, and my boss is hot!" He winked. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Get out!" I demanded.
"What? was it something I said?" He asked in defense.
"Leave Malik!" I barked at him.
"Wow! you're hot when you're pissed!" He smirked wider.
I got up my seat and charged out in anger. I did not like men who disrespect woman like that, I am not a temperature.
"Whoa, I'm sorry!" He said getting up after me. I did not respond; I felt my face burn while I tried to holdin my tears. let's just say I was still that emotional child when it came to these things. I remembered when one guy tried to break my heart and Louis stopped him immediately.
*Flashback*
*At home, 7 years back. I was 12 years old*
"Louis" I sniffed with a red nose.
"MJ!" Louis ran to me."Are you alright?" He held me tight with all the support a big brother could give.
"This guy at school called me ugly but mom won't let me wear make-up!" I cried louder on his shoulder.
"Shh.. Stop that; MJ you're gorgeous and that's coming from another guy!" He smiled wide.
"B-but you're my brother, you'd say that even if I was an ogre!" I defensed.
"So let's praise the lord you're not!" He smiled wiping off a tear from my face."So what exactly did this boy tell you?"
"He called me hot!" I cried louder hearing Louis chuckle. I thought that was a bad thing.
*End of flashback*
"Miss, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you!" Zayn ran over while I was waiting on the door of my office. I walked in and shut the door.
"Please leave." I said with every bit of power I have, but I didn't have much.
"Ma'am I just said your hot, which you are! You're smoking hot." Zayn smirked trying to make me feel better. but failed miserably. I began to weep right there, right infront of him. He was petrified. when. he saw. tears exert my eyes.
" No, no, no, no, no!" He yelled storming at me."I'm incredibly sorry; It's my entire friend's fault!" He said handing me a tissue, or tissues." My friebd told me that if I wanted to get this job I had to be a jerk!" He said stuffing my face with more tissues.
"Hmm if your friend told you to jump of a cliff would you?" I giggled while I was still crying.
"You're smile, it's gorgeous.." He said wiping a tear off my face like Louis did.
"T-thank you.." I said weakly.
"Why'd you cry?" He asked curiously.
"It's a long story.." I sighed.
"Want to tell me over coffee?" He smiled.
"Not really.." I rejected.
"Beacuse I didn't even get your name right.." He chuckled.
"Heh, yeah.." I smiled reassuringley.
"Let's start over.. I'm Zayn!" He reached out his hand.
"I'm MJ" I shook his hand.
"Like Michael Jackson? MJ?" He smirked.
It's funny beacause he said it almost like Louis.. I know he's not a brother but he says everything that I need to hear. It's like he has a manual.
"No, like Mary Jane.." I smirked. "Want to go for coffee?" I asked him hesitantly with a grin.
"Sure!" He smiled holding my hand for support. The same support I needed for the past 5 years from Louis.
The support I needed forever.
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The Last Dance | Z.M
Fanfiction*I had my last dance when I died. well technically, I didn't die; my brother did. but it felt like I died, I wish I died. he was driving us to the audition we were going for a big gig. he thought we really had a chance, he was awesome that way; alwa...
