Hired For Malik (Completed)

Chapter 5: My Protector

Lindsay's POV.

Zayn and I held hands while we walked towards the back entrance. He felt like my protector, though I knew he would never be one.

Once our bodies were safely inside the limo, I let go of his hand almost instantly. Zayn, being the nice guy that he is-note the sarcasm-gave Jae the directions to where the after party was placed.

After the music was on full blast, it was time that we had a private discussion again.

"Since you don't know the rules, here they are. We have to go everywhere with each other publicly. That means all the lovey dovey stuff. It might be new to you, since you've never been in a real relationship."

I shut my eyes at his choice of words. He didn't know about my love life and I didn't want him too, either.

-FLASHBACK-

I cringed my body as he brought his hand to my face. I held the stinging cheek that he had just hit.

I looked up at him in shock, hoping that he didn't mean it. But by the look in my loves eyes, I knew he did.

"Why are you doing this?" I said, nothing above a whisper.

He clenched my hair in his fist and dragged me towards him, causing me to whimper,"I'm showing my love for you. Don't you love me?"

Tears had already begun to spill out,"I thought I did."

-END OF FLASHBACK-

Zayn seemed to notice my lack of silence but did nothing about it. I scooted as far as the car allowed me to, and his my face. A few tears had made there way out. He wasn't paying any attention, cause he was on his stupid cellular device.

I wiped them before he could notice them and spoke up,"Well, you're wrong. Just, don't leave me alone at the party okay?"

Even though I was famous, I didn't like the feeling of being alone. I had a feeling I wouldn't know anyone else there besides the boys.

"Trust me, I would if I could. But I won't." His eyes had a sense of respectful purpose, but the look soon flicked away. I sighed and propped my elbow up on the window.

We pulled up to a club. I noticed it was open 24/7. Great. I could already tell how many drunks were going to be in there.

Zayn helped me out, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind him. I stood close by, afraid someone would come and rip me away from his grip.

The music was already playing, and my ears felt like they were about to bleed. Sweaty bodies were everywhere, bodies grinding on the ones behind them. The bar was completely crowded, and I wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Zayn was speaking to the host and he soon took us to a back room. Probably where the after party was taking place. The host, once done, looked me up and down and winked at Zayn.

"I bet she's fun in bed." I tightly shut my eyes, and erased the words. I didn't need to think about this right now.

But it was too late because Zayn tackled him to the floor, throwing punch after punch. I didn't know what to do. I was speechless. Zayn had defended me. We had barely known each other and he defended me.

Niall soon came and pulled him off of him. He looked over to me and apologized for his behavior before leaving Zayn all to me again. I took in his face and gasped.

There was a slight cut above his eyebrow and his knuckles were bloody,"Why the hell did you just do that?" I ignored the fact he did it for me. It was still reckless and stupid.

"No girl deserves to be talked to like that, no matter if I don't like you." I nodded my head and excuses myself to the bathroom.

I wetted down a towel they had for customers, and took it back out to where Zayn was waiting for me. I dabbed at his cut on his head and he winced.

"What are you doing?"

I sighed and washed off his hands,"You took care of me. It's my turn to take care of you."

His face relaxed and he let me continue my work. If we could get along like this for the next year, maybe this wouldn't be all that bad.

Maybe.