What's Life Without You?

Chapter 08

~Zayn POV~

~At the meeting~

“Oi Uncle Si.” I casually called for his attention.

“I do not reply to ‘oi’ you know that Zayn.” Simon said.

“I’m sorry. Can I talk to you privately please?” I asked stepping outside.

“Yes son? Is there a problem?” He asked, concern written over his face.

“No, uh,” I pulled out Niall’s phone from my pocket.“Would you mind playing this tonight at the concert? I’ll edit it and give it to the IT guy. I was flicking through Niall’s phone and I found it.” I played the video of Kirrily singing to Simon and he was very impressed.

“Well, Zayn, I take it that you didn’t tell her that you would be recording her singing?” Simon was all knowing, and easily read my mind. It was always good to have a mentor like him.

“We didn’t,” I smiled sheepishly, “I’m not sure if this is a good idea but if you think she has a gift with singing and that she deserves a place in the music industry, maybe you could sign her? Niall tried talking her into applying for the X Factor, and take the path that me and the boys did, but she’s not that type of person, and more importantly she’s in university, studying music.”

“Do you mind if I have her contact?” Simon understood her case. “I don’t want to waster her talent either.”

~Kirrily POV~

I felt a buzz come from my pocket.I stood up and excited the cinema.“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Kirrily Sheridan?” A male voice that I was not familiar with came from the other end of the phone.

“Speaking.” I confirmed.

“I’m Simon Cowell and I work with Modest Management and I trust that your friend Kendra has mentioned to you about me. I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night? Strictly business.” He added. Dead serious.

“Uh sure. What time and place?”

“Olive Garden. 8:00. You’re staying with Kendra at Velvet Inn, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well get Paul to send a driver to pick you up. And bring a friend. And by a friend I mean Zayn Malik, not Kendra. Okay?”

Okay. I’m confused right now. Why am I meeting Simon Cowell?Was he going to offer me an internship that I was having trouble finding for the past months?

“Uh yes sure.”

“Okay, we’ll see you then.”

“Okay thank you and bye.” I ended the call before leaving the cinema. Not wanting to see the end. I wasn’t interested anymore.

I barged through the doors of the hotel room to find five boys sitting on our sofa. Then it all clicked.

“OKAY IF YOUR NAME IS ZAYN MALIK YOU WILL COME HERE AND EXPLAIN WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TOMORROW NIGHT!” I bellowed at them, walking over to them and tapping my foot impatiently waiting for someone to explain what the hell is going on right now.

“Well Simon wants me to escort you to dinner tomorrow night to talk about your career. I showed him the video!” Zayn cheered.

“Career? Sorry, what video?” I asked growing more confused by the second.

“This one.” he said whipping out Niall’s phone out of his back pocket before clicking a video of me singing to Niall through Skype.

“YOU!” I pointed to Niall who hid behind Harry.