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Chapter 15: Deadly Glare

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Chapter 15: Deadly Glare

"Breathe in breathe out, that's exactly what I have been doing Kashaf. Tell me what should I wear tomorrow?"

The instant Harry and Liam had finalized a breakfast meeting for tomorrow, I am simply panicking and I expect my heart will burst out of the given space because that poor thing cannot withstand all the feels that I have right now. Papa and I came back from the musical night to our grand hotel and once again I just want to get drifted into the magical beauty of this place. I sat in my comfy bed and look at my father who smilingly said 'good night' to me and went to his room.

Now I am trying to release this built up tension in my head by talking to Kash but she is doing no good to me.

"Okay you can wear that shirt waist dress in royal blue color along with your black jeans" Kashaf suggests.

"I don't think I packed it with my clothes." I am about to cry now.

"Hey sweetie, I knew you won't pack it, but I kept it in your suitcase because I could foresee that a breakfast like this can happen in future."

"Really, did you? Let me check." I go through all the clothes in my suitcase. "Yes I found it, thanks Kash, I love you for this"

"Keep calm, you obsessive lover! By the way, that friend of yours, Zaroon, he asked me for your email id and I can bet that he has already emailed his heart to you. Did you check your email?"

"Oh Gosh No and I am not checking out my email id."

"Zar, why do you think they invited you on a breakfast tomorrow?"

"Kash because we said that we had to attend the conference so we can't come for the lunch....."

"Shut up I don't mean why they didn't invite you for lunch, I mean why the hell are they inviting you?"

"Oh, I don't know. May be it's the way they do. I mean, they call people for lunch who sing nicely along with them. I don't know, what do you reckon?"

"I don't know either. But let me make this clear to you, if by chance, Louis Tomlinson proposes you, you will straight away tell him that you are not interested and you will give him my number. Keep your filthy hand off him" Kashaf threatens me.

"Oh poor Kash! I don't think he is interested in you. Plus, he even smiled at me while I was singing, so definitely you are out of this game."

"I will fly to London and I will personally kill you, Zar. Say one more word about your would be brother-in-law"

"hahahha Say mom that I love her and for you,,, catch me if you can, baby" I hang up my phone laughing on how Kashaf is going to react after this.

Instantly, I receive a message on my phone that reads,

Sender: Kash

Message: "I wish he gives you the deadliest glare you had ever received in your life. He is mine, bitch"

I smile and look out of my room's window that gives me the spectacular view of the city. Tomorrow is going to be a day that I hadn't ever dreamt even. Fingers crossed.

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"Hurry up Zara! He is waiting for us downstairs in his car and you are still picking up your things. Quick. Time is money" My father is calling me while he is all dressed up nicely and I think I look like a practical joke when I see myself in the mirror. But there is nothing I can do now when already the manager of One Direction is waiting downstairs for us.

"Alright papa, let's go."

"Wait something is missing" my father says.

"What is it, Papa?"

"My princess' crown." My father still treats me like a six year old girl and I love when he does that.

When we rush downstairs, I see the manager of 1D, who is wearing again a three piece suit. I think he has only this thing to wear. Good for him that he doesn't have to go through hundreds of dresses to find that one perfect dress that suits him unlike, all of us, girls.

I greet him with a short hello and he responds by tilting his head a bit.

"I am sorry for yesterday, Sir. I didn't know that you are actually from One Direction." I start the conversation while the manager signals me to sit in the car which is a black AUDI.

"That's absolutely understandable ma,am. I would be glad if my daughter does the same thing" He replies with a poker face. What is it with the managers and a poker face? Is it a compulsion in London that every person who is a manager will talk with a straight face without any expressions?

"I am Dr. Zara Arman"

"And I am not kidding" The manager replies and I realize that he hasn't forgotten events from the last night.

"I apologize for that too."

"Please don't, because I was actually kidding. I am Mark, manager to 1D"

He starts the car engine and drives us quickly through different streets of London. The view is picturesque. I hadn't seen such beautiful Septembers in my life. The drive to the restaurant is mostly quiet and occasionally Mark talks with my father about his business and asks about my whereabouts in Kuwait.

The car stops outside a fancy restaurant named Raw Cafe. Excuse me, if this is raw then what is refined? It's a place for rich people. I step out of the car thinking that how much it will cost for two people because I plan to pay for the food that me and my father will eat here. Will that be fine with the boys? I don't know. Let's see what happens.

Mark takes us inside and the restaurant gives me a look of the great ship Titanic. Remember when we watched the movie Titanic, before that we could never imagine a ship which has all these luxuries. I am reminded of that now because I couldn't imagine that a restaurant could look so damn dazzling. Eating food here is going to be an expensive deal.

Mark leads us to a private cabin where I expect the stars are hiding.

"Mr. Arman and Dr. Zara, you need to go here" Mark points at the door.

I place my hand on the door knob but it opens suddenly by itself. I register that the door was opened by Louis Tomlinson.

"Oh hello" I manage to greet shyly.

"Oh! Here are the guests. Have a seat, dear guest." Louis sarcastically speaks to me. I am taken aback by this kind of gesture.

"Thank you, Mr. Louis" I try to calm down the storm in my head.

Louis comes a little closer to me and whispers in my ear, "You are so not welcomed here."

He quickly moves away and alas! He gives me the deadliest glare that I could only imagine while he walks outside the cabin.

"He will be back soon. Don't worry about that." Niall says smilingly.