Forever Intertwined (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

A/N: Yup. It is 1:44 a.m. right now, but I don't think I'll have time to post later, so here's chapter 17. Hope you like it! Dedication goes to Sambamhamsam because A) I love her Niall fanfic Text Me Maybe, and B) she commented on the last chapter. Well, goodnight! Or good morning, good afternoon, depending on where you are in the world.  Comment please :) Suggestions are always welcome.

The next day, Thursday morning

“He said what?!” Liz exclaims.

“He told me he loves me.” I say, grinning like an idiot.

“OMG wow! Did you say it back?” she asks.

“Yeah, I did.” I tell her. We are sitting in the breakroom, waiting on the coffee maker. I had stayed the night at Zayn’s, so I had to get up early this morning to go home and change. Liz wanted to leave early and I wanted to take a shower, so I couldn’t tell her about what happened last night until now.

“Wow.”  Liz sighs happily. The coffeemaker beeps, and I get up to make ours. I’ve got what Liz and I call ‘the kit’. It has miniature creamers, syrups, and spices; many tea bags, sugar packets, lemon juice, and honey. So no matter where we go, we can always enjoy what we’re drinking.  I add the French vanilla creamer, along with a few other things, and Liz sighs again.

“I’m so happy for you! The two of you in love.” Liz says, as I pass her coffee to her.

“Who’s in love?” someone says behind us. I’d know that mousy voice anywhere.

“Hello Vita.” I say, not pleased with having to deal with her first thing in the morning.

“Who’s in love?” she asks again.

“No one, Vita.” Liz says. “Now go away.” she mumbles.

“I specifically heard you say ‘the two of you in love.’ Who is in love? It’s a simple question. I realize that you’re mentally retarded Elizabeth, but come on. You can’t really be that stupid, can you?” Vita asks sweetly.

“You can do that favor for me now.” Liz tells me calmly.

“Karma, Liz. Let’s wait.” I tell her.

“For how long?” she asks.

“I’m not psychic, sweetie.” I say. I take her arm and start leading her back to our workspace. “A pleasure as always, Vita.” I say, my voice dripping in sarcasm.

“I still say you should just stab her.” Liz says a few minutes later.

“Sweetie, violence is never the answer.” I say.

“I know, I know.” she sighs. “But you know you want to.” she grins.

“Shhhh!” I tell her, trying not to smile.

“Well. I definitely don’t want to interrupt whatever juicy gossip that has got you shushing each other, but I need to go over the next shoot with you.” a voice says behind us. Turning around, we see that it’s Luke Carter.

Luke is our smoking hot editor in chief, and everyone here is either intimidated or simply afraid of him. Well, except for Laila, Liz, and I. He’s big on new ideas, and Liz and I keep him on his toes. He’s actually sweet and kind, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he walks around here. He exudes power, prestige, and sexiness. Late twenties, green eyes with little silver flecks, perfect jawline, long eyelashes, and curly light brown hair. Six foot two with the body of an athlete, but the mind of a creative genius. It truly is a pleasure to see him.

“Hello Mr. Lucas.” I say. He comes in and closes the door.

“Again, call me Luke when no one else is around.” he says, smiling at us.