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40. I Guess This Is Goodbye

40. I Guess This Is Goodbye

Part Five - Last Part

Never Say Goodbye,

Because Goodbye means going away.

And going away means Forgetting.

-Peter Pan

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   It was like time stopped for a moment. For a moment, the only thing that mattered was the two of us. And I never told any of the boys this, but I was scared. Absolutely terrified. Everything about the situation scared me because I never had to face this and I never really planned on facing it either. It was sort of thrown out the window.

   I gulped, realizing we weren't the only ones who felt the tension in the hall. I nodded. "Sold," I murmured, taking the piece and walking over to him. I felt Louis and Niall's eyes on us, and I didn't know if this was part of their plan or if it was unexpected. Either way, I still had the right to kill both boys right now.

   "Here," I mumbled, handing him the piece. He nodded, golden eyes never leaving mine. I walk back to the front, watching as Niall pats the seat beside him. Zayn sits down, placing the painting by his side. I take a couple deep breaths, heading over to the next piece. I bring it over to the marble stand where the previous piece had been. I gently tug the cloth off, revealing the artwork.

   "Let's start the bidding at four hundred pounds?"

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   "And the last piece of the day goes to Mr. Malik," I say, handing Zayn his seventh piece of work. He nods, handing me the money. This had probably been the most valuable piece of the night. By the end of the day, I had earned around 6 million pounds. (9,128,160 American Dollars) I was a millionaire, and it was all because of Zayn. A lot of the things I have are because of Zayn. He was the one who made everything possible.

   Everyone started to leave, thanking me and calling me a wonderful young woman. I shook hands with a lot of people and thanked them for coming. I sold thirty-two pieces of art out of the hundreds I have at home. But Louis and Niall picked the best ones. Also my favorite ones. It was a shame, but at least I could hire maids and butlers for at least the next five years.

   After everyone left, I started to clean up. Louis and Niall had ditched me and ran off to some fast-food place and left me to clean by myself. Luckily, the chairs were already stacked and I just had to collect the cloths and anything else left behind. Surprisingly, a lot of spectacles were found along with a fake toupee. Ew.

   "Need help?"

   I turned around, coming face-to-face with the only person I wanted to see right now. Zayn had that stupid smirk on his face. The one he had the first day he came into my house. 'Is Daddy's Little Girl jealous?' He taunted, an evil glint passing his beautiful hazel eyes. I blink, my eyes focusing on Zayn's suit clad body. 

   "No, it's alright." I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, tossing the cloths over a chair. I bend to retrieve a necklace lost by one of the ladies, tossing it in the basket they'd given me to place any lost items. I feel Zayn's eyes on me, watching my every move. It was like he was examining me all over again. It's like it's the first day after winter break and he's sitting on my seat and being a sassy boy only to realize he was wrong.