''Taylor." Zayns voiced breathed out. "I need your help."
"W-what do you need?" asked Taylor petrified. "How can I help... And with what?''
"I can't tell you over the phone... Meet me at my house." He said
Taylor looked up at her boss, who looked irritated. "What is it Swift?" He growled
Taylor bit her lip, red lipstick covered her front teeth. A worried look crossed her face as she started inhaling. She could tell her boss and not help Zayn, but then she would loss a friend. She stood up.
"Meet me at the café at six." she whispered to Zayn hanging up. "It was just my friend asking for a car ride home." she said. Her boss grunted and walked out of the room.
Taylor's day felt like a year, finally the clock struck five. She packed up her bag, and stepped out the door. The breeze gently brushed her face as she got in to her car.
Pulling up to the café she grabbed her sun glasses, and neatly placed them on her face. She tied her hair up in a pony tail, grabbing her purse she stepped out of the car. She walked into the café and searched for Zayn.
"Zayn?" questioned Taylor.
"Sit I need you help." He said with urgency.
Taylor sat down. She neatly placed her purse and jacket on the ledge next to her. She look at Zayn's pale, nervous face.
"What's wrong? You never look like that.. And I mean you are wearing jogging pants and a t-shirt, and that hat!!!" She stressed question, her childhood problem whenever she got worried.
"I know. I'm just so scared. My business is falling..."
"Why is it falling? What did you do?" She interrupted.
"No it has collapsed.." Zayn whispered.
"But how?" Taylor questioned.
Zayn look around, he leaned in. "I think someone has framed me for something I didn't do!!"
"What the- Zayn that's impossible!"
Zayn's phone rang and he walked out. Taylor grabbed her belongings and went home.
~.~
Sitting down on her couch, she grabbed her laptop. Reading all of her emails, she turned on the news. She had a hard time concentrating, for all over the news there was something about Zayn. She was frustrated, why would this be happening to him? Lost in thought she picked up her phone and called him.
"Zayn?''
"Yes, Taylor"
"I know this is going to be trouble for me but, I'll help you."
Mickey Speaks
Thank you guys so much for reading chapter two. Because this is online, I will not say my real name but you can call me Mickey. Like my friend Zee said this is for a school project, so please give us feed back. Also we would like to try to get to two votes this week one chapter one and chapter two. Thank you guys again!!!
Zee interrupts
Mickey is trash with grammar and writing, so I edit.
Mickey interrupts
I typed both chapters. Fair is fair!
