Life With Mr. Malik (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6: The Big Fat Lie

My brain couldn't think of a cover-up and so, thanks to my dumb self, the first thing I said was "Whoa, what am I doing in here?!" I smacked a hand on my forehead and let out a nervous laugh. "This isn't . . . this isn't the mall!"

What idiot says that after being caught talking to a friend on the phone while lying on the bed of a famous singer?!

"Um," Mr. Davenport said. "Who is she?"

The boys all looked at each other as if they were communicating through their thoughts. Niall gently pushed Zayn forward, making him stumble.

"She's a . . . uh . . ." Zayn said, rubbing his palms together.

And my dumb self managed to make matters worse yet again because then I filled in for him which I really shouldn't have done. "I'm his . . . girlfriend?" All of them glared at me behind Mr. Davenport's back. I gave off a subtle shrug as my way of telling them to just go with it.

To my relief, the five of them quickly caught on.

"Right. She's my"- he paused to swallow -"girlfriend." Zayn said and he looked like he had a real difficult time saying the last word.

Like it was some sort of disease.

Whoops. Something flew out the window.

What was that?

Oh, I don't know. Just a little something called MY SELF-ESTEEM!

Mr. Davenport nodded, crossing his arms as he walked closer to me. "Sorry sweetheart, but I didn't quite catch your name."

"Mildred." I said as I fixed my posture, folding my hands on my lap.

He nodded again. "So, how did you and Zayn meet exactly?"

"She's a model." Harry quickly replied. "In . . ."

"Brazil." Niall helped.

"Australia." Liam said.

The two of them looked at each other with a confused expression.

"Brazil and Australia." Louis clarified, eyeing them both.

Their lies are making me feel more and more like I'm doing nothing with my life. So, I guess it all boils down to this. Not only do I have to pretend to be Zayn's girlfriend but apparently, I have to be a model as well in two countries which are not even on the same continent!

And to make things worse, they have to call me Mildred.

Someone better hand me a paperbag before I turn this place into a vomit galore.

"Anyway, Mildred and I were just about to go see a movie together but when you came, I told her to wait in my bedroom." Zayn explained as he sat on the foot of the bed.

"Yep." I said. "Today was going to be a Zayn and me day." I flicked a thumbs-up, trying to look as enthusiastic as possible although I wanted to pull at my hair out of despair.

Zayn crawled to where I was and placed an arm around my shoulder. He pinched my cheek with his free hand, saying "I cleared out today's schedule for my baby girl right here." He rubbed my shoulders, making me elbow his stomach. "I just can't get enough of this ball of cuteness."

I'm going to throw up.

COMMENCING PUKE IN 3 . . .

2 . . .

"Oh well, if that's the case then I must go." Mr. Davenport said.

Whoa.

Did we really just throw him off our scent?