The Royal Misfit - z.m. [Major Reconstruction]

Ball-2

Is there any look this man can't pull off? He is a FREAKING ANGEL!!!!!!!

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Zayn's p.o.v. :

The crowd cleared as I made my way towards my family gathered up near the hall entrance to welcome them. I don't get why they have to make it so formal and pompous but then again, it's a tradition.

My eyes dart around the room to see Venus stepping down gracefully, looking so elegant that couldn't help but stare at her while the the trumpet started playing.

As she stepped down, lights of the main chandelier fell on her dress making it sparkle amazingly. She looked at me and smiled brightly and my heart swelled at the dazzling beauty.

"I know you are happy because I'm finally here but you are smiling like a fuçking creep and aren't even looking at me, mate." a familiar voice boomed in my ear and the next thing I knew, I was being crushed in a pair of strong arms.

"Ian! Hey-uh-Stop crushing me. " I managed to choke out the words patting his back.

He looked at me, smiling widely like a Cheshire cat and extended his arm for a handshake we used to do as kids. I chuckled, shaking my head but still do the silly thing.

He is the closest to me in my entire family and cares about me as if I were his real brother. There is no doubt in the fact that I love him to death.

"How have you been Ian? Unfortunately I missed you a lot." I tease him like the old times.

"These typical formalities can wait, but first tell me who is that chick? Do you know her or am I just so undeniably sexy, that she keeps sneaking glances here?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and followed to where his grey eyes were trained, to see Venus slow dancing with Safaa. Both of them giggling as Safaa twirled her little self around Venus.

"My my look at that smile." He cooed and pinched my cheek.

Seriously? He is going to be thirty soon and he still behaves like this. But maybe this is what I like about Ian, he isn't a serious person just like Venus. Though he's something completely different when it comes to professional.

"Oh shut up Ian" I swatted away his hand away and tried to put on a poker face.

"Nah tell me everything about her immediately. It's crystal clear that you are into her." He said poking my cheek lightly.

"Nonsense . She is just my doctor. " I clarified shrugging lightly then picking at my trouser.

"Why does it sound so kinky to me?" I looked up to see him wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Because you have a perverted mind." I answered frowning at him. It's true, he is too perverted for his own good.

"Oh c'mon mate, just look at her. She is so fuçking fit. I mean take a look at those tits. They are really impressive and I can bet that her booty-" He gestured, looking at her and making imaginary shapes of her curves with his hands.

My fingers clutched the handles tightly and I whisper yelled at the idiot "Stop pointing at her, you are making it so obvious!"

"Oh so now you care about her? " he asked raising his eyebrows.

"No- I mean well she kinda close to me as she is my doctor . Like she is my friend, so yeah." I shrugged then frowned to myself.

"So you are crushing on her" No, I mean what happened up in her room was just a careless slip of emotions.

"Oh C'mon I don't like her!"

"I never said you do. Gotcha. " he smirked then grabbed a glass of red wine from a waiter and chugged it down quickly as if it were a vodka shot.