Maybe You're Mine (a Niall Horan fanfic)

Chapter 8

*NIALL'S POV 

Ric drags me out of Bridget's office and down the hall, causing a few people to glance over at us, but I couldn't care less. I let Ric pull me into his office and sit me down, the whole while grinning like a fool.

Once he closes the door, he turns back to me and chuckles, "I'm guessing the orientation went well??"

I lean back, processing what had just happened and realize that this girl I had fallen for had fallen for me too. The feeling was unexplainable and I look for the right words to answer Ric's question, but fail to find any. I smile and shrug as he shakes his head.

"You look like you just got hit upside the head by Cupid," he smirks while flapping his arms like an angel. I watch as he pretends to shoot an arrow at my head.

"Damn Ric, you're such a diva," I laugh as I regain my ability to speak. He grins and plops down next to me, "So tell me everything, I'm gone for one day and I walk in to, well.." he gestures to the hall, and before I can think of an answer, I shoot up, remembering that I hadn't gone through anything for my client today because I had been helping Bridget. 

I hurry to the door and turn to see Ric still sitting there, a frown forming on his face, his hand still held out.

"I'll tell you later, I swear," I say as I open the door. I walk out into the hall and start towards my office when I hear Ricardo's door open again.

"Just remember, no sex on the desks!", he calls, a little louder then needed.

I chuckle to myselfand am almost to my office when I see Bridget. She slows down and grins when she sees me, tucking her hair behind her ear and blushing, then turns to another guy who must be her client.

"Alright sir, right in here," she goes to open her office door, which is right next to mine, and I watch as the client takes full advantage of her back being turned to check her out.

"Call me Zayn," he grins and my jaw clenches as she gets the door open and let's him in, smiling and unaware.

He looks over and sees me staring, then smirks and walks in, Bridget closing the door behind him. I walk into my office fuming. What a cocky bastard, I think to myself as I sort through some papers on my desk. I just got Bridget, I'm not letting that bloke take her away. 

*Bridget's POV 

I let Zayn into my office and tell him I'll be just a second. As I get everything arranged on my desk, he walks around, looking at all the pictures on the walls.

"Are those yours?", he asks, coming back to where I'm standing and looking over my shoulder at the paperwork I was getting in order. I smile, remembering how Niall had said the photos would intrigue customers.

"Yea, they're all mine," I grin as he skims the room and looks at each one again.

"It looks like I chose the right photographer then," he smiles, "these are all really good." I blush, not used to getting compliments, then bring a chair near my desk.

I sit down and pat the seat next to me, "Well why don't we get started then?"  

Zayn explains how his parents sent him to schedule a photographer for his sister's wedding and we spend some time talking about location and color schemes, Zayn explaining who i should focus on and how his parents wanted to go all out in expenses. The reception was going to be formal, with gowns, suits, and dates, and I half listen to Zayn complain about a breakup for a bit, trying not to think of my own recent break up, before I feel a hand tugging down the paper I had been reading.

I look up to see a pair of deep brown eyes, not far from mine, and the smell of cologne washes over me as Zayn leans over to whisper, his lips grazing my ear, "Y'know, you could always come as my date," he winks and I stare at him a moment, trying to think of what to say.

"I-I don't know, we try not to get involved with our clients," I manage to stutter, Zayn's lips curving up at my loss for words.

"So it wouldn't be because you have a boyfriend?", he leans in again making our legs rub against each other, and is close enough that I can feel his breath on me.

It gives me chills and again I don't have a good answer, what is Niall exactly? I'm not his girlfriend, but I like him, a lot.

"I mean, I-I guess not but..", I trail off, hoping Zayn will back down, but instead he just smiles more.

"Then c'mon, it'll be fun," he begs, making puppy dog eyes as his hand rests on my knee, shivers going up my spine as I feel it slowly go farther up my leg. I shake my head and pull his hand away, trying not to seem disturbed by what he had been implying.

He frowns and leans back, looking hurt that i rejected him, then resorts to just taking my hand instead, "Please Bridget? You're not like the girls I usually hang with, I promise I'll be a gentleman," his mouth turns up in a half smile and I have to look down so he can't see me blush.

This boy was so straight forward, I wasn't sure how to react. Although he seemed dangerous, there was something appealing to his bad boy attitude. To keep him from bothering more, I agree to be his date, but under conditions.

"Only for business purposes," I say, trying to keep my voice straight.

He grins and happily goes back to talking about the wedding as if nothing had happened. This is just to please the customer, I think to myself as we finish up and Zayn collects all the papers we had filled out and ruffles my hair. I ignore it and open the door for him. As he heads out, he bumps into Niall, almost dropping his papers on the way out.

Niall walks over frowning in his direction, "I don't like him," he mumurs once Zayn is out of earshot. I sigh, wondering how I could tell Niall about Zayn and our date.

I must look flustered because Niall looks over and his brow creases, "Did he do something to you? Cuz I swear, if he-"

"Niall, it's nothing, I'm just getting used to working again."

His face seems to lift and he smiles down at me, "Rough first day?" I nod and he pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head, "Well I'm here if you need me."

I try to smile and we stand there for a moment, neither one of us wanting to go back to work. Im the first to pull away, feeling guilty about not telling him about Zayn. Niall gives my hand a quick squeeze and one last worried look before returning to his office. I go to my desk and try to prepare for my next client, hoping my confusion over my 'date' with Zayn would soon be forgotten. 

END CHAP 8