Magisterial • z.m.

xviii

Zayn's pov.

Oh no. I thought as she was already up the stage.

She pushed the man aside that was speaking in the microphone, she was getting ready to speak herself.

"You know Zayn right? He's a fucking douche" she said while laughing into the microphone, all eyes were on her.

"Isn't that right, Zayn? You can go fuck yourself Zaynie" she said, giggling again.

I quickly got off my chair and went towards her, grabbed her arm and put her aside.

"Excuse me, my apologies" I quickly spoke into the microphone.

Everyone was silent, which made it even more uncomfortable than it already was.

I quickly get off the stage with Ivory giggling.

"You're funny" she told me.

I stayed silent for the best.

A few hallways later, we got to her room I carry her to her bed.

I take off her shoes and put them beside her bed, on the floor.

I cover her up with her bed sheets and sit beside her bed, already exhausted.

"Zayn, hug me! Please" she pleaded, extending the e's.

"Go to sleep Ivory" I told her, quite irritated.

"Please baby Zayn" she said, laughing again.

"No, Ivory" I tell her again.

"Ugh, you're so boring" she said whining at me.

I get off her bed and stand at the door.

"Goodnight, Ivory" I told her, shutting and locking her door.

I make my way downstairs again, to apologize to my guest.

As soon as I came down the stairs, everyone was scrutinizing me.

I quickly walk up the stage and get ready to speak into the microphone.

"Excuse me for the incident that occurred here"

I walk over to my chair and sit down, waiting for the man to speak.

A few talkings later, he got done with his talk and was ready to announce me.

"Prince Zayn, why won't you come up here and speak yourself? Shall you?" He questioned me.

"I shall" I smiled at him.

Get ready.