The Job (Ziam)

Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Harreehh, are you sure I look okay?" Zayn asked for what seemed the hundredth time.

Saying Zayn was nervous was an understatement. He felt as if he was about to cry, throw up and crawl into a ball all at the same time. It was clear he was scared, scared out of his mind. He would be getting a real job and as far as he remembered, the only reason he moved from Bradford to Wolverhampton was to prove to his parents that he was more than just a 'bad boy'.

Harry rolled his eyes, "For the thousandth time Zayn, you look great."

Zayn was wearing black skinnies with a light blue short sleeved button up shirt, which was buttoned up straight to the top.

"You're lying." Zayn said turning around in front on the full length mirror checking himself out for the thousandth time.

"That's it, I'm leaving." Harry said standing up to leave Zayn's room.

"No wait!" Zayn called out still looking at himself in the mirror.

Harry let out a groan. "What is it now Malik?"

"Be honest, do I look okay?" Zayn asked, again.

"Bye Zayn." Harry said, actually leaving the room and shutting the door.

Zayn rolled his eyes, a sigh leaving his mouth afterwards.

He looked at himself one last time, spinning around completely in order to get a good look at all his angles. He had his hair in a quiff today. He only really styled his hair for special occasions. Otherwise, he never really gave a crap about how his hair looked, mostly cause it never needed to be styled for it to look good. But he was going to a job interview, so he had to look his absolute best. He looked for his phone on the bed and picked it up, quickly shoving it in his front pocket. He glanced at his watch, panic suddenly setting in. Without any further delay he slammed his door shut and ran down the stairs saying a quick goodbye to Harry. Zayn was barely 10 feet from his front door when he heard his name being called out. He turned to find Harry standing on his front door with a pair of white converse.

"You forgot these you dumbass." Harry laughed as he walked towards Zayn.

Zayn looked at his feet realizing he was only wearing socks. "Oh crap! Thanks Hazza, I guess the nerves got the best of me."

"It's alright mate. Good luck, I know you'll get the job."

"Yeah, yeah. Have fun with Louis" Zayn said as he headed towards his car.

He got out his car keys and got in his car trying not to think too much about his interview. Zayn started up his car and headed towards his own grave aka his job interview.

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Zayn could not help his tension filled and bouncy legs from going up and down as he bit his nails nervously. He was waiting in the waiting room almost ready to meet his future boss. Key word: ALMOST. Suddenly, he saw a woman enter the room holding a clipboard, a pencil in hand. She was wearing a long tight dark blue skirt with a white blouse along with black heels. She had brown hair, which she had pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands hanging out. She brought the pen down to the clipboard, trailing down the paper.

"Zayn? Zayn Malik?" She looked up making eye contact with Zayn.

"Um yeah, here," he said standing up.

"Hi, I'm Sophia. Mr. Payne's secretary. You have an interview with him I believe?" she asked him, raising her eyebrow.

Zayn had no idea who "Mr. Payne" was. Great, he didn't even bother looking at his interviewer's name.