Hired For Malik (Completed)

Chapter 9: Alone Time

Lindsay's POV.

I sat as far away from Zayn as the seat offered. He made me so uncomfortable about who I was.

It wasn't bad that I was still a virgin at the age at 19. That only meant that I was strong enough to wait for the right person. I knew that was the truth.

He made me feel so dirty, touching me like that. It wasn't even that bad, it just reminded me of my old relationship.

I never talked to him about anyone, not even my adoptive parents. I shared everything with them. But I just couldn't force the words out of my mouth at the time.

The harassment began 6 months after we begun dating. I was head over heels for him. His name, was Brian. The cutest guy you'd ever see. I wasn't famous at the time, but I was just getting into modeling.

He tried to rape me once, but we were walked in on by his older brother. I was glad, because he sent him to jail right after.

I still occasionally flinch when someone touches me, inappropriately or not. I even have nightmares. The last one I had was two weeks ago, which was a record of mine.

I noticed that we were now at the bottom, and the gate was open for us to get off the ride. Zayn climbed out first and held his hand out for me.

I was still angry but I remembered, I still had to act like I loved him. I sighed and grabbed onto his hand, descending onto the ground.

Our hands were still molded together, because we had no choice.

"Lindsay! Zayn! Over here!" I snapped my head to the direction our names were being called to see the rest of the boys sitting at a picnic table.

We walked over and sat down on the edge, enjoying nice and light conversation.

"I want to go on the Thriller!" Whined Niall. I laughed at him and shook my head.

"Then lets go!" All five of them stood up except me. I was going to give them some alone time. I felt like I was intruding on their bonding time.

"You guys go. My head is hurting a little bit, anyway." Zayn didn't seem to believe me, but he shrugged it off. He kissed my forehead and walked off with the boys towards the line.

I took this time to actually think about my life. How did I go to be a nothing, to being a somebody? I'm known world wide now, in magazines and websites. It's truly amazing.

I wonder what Brian thinks of me.

I walked aimlessly around all the booths, hoping to find a fun game to get rid if the spare time I had.

Sipping my cold water I had just gotten, I heard running footsteps come towards me. I thought it was the boys. I spun my head around, a smile on my face. Only it was soon erased when I realized it was cameras.

They had found us.

I began waking swiftly towards the exit, hoping to catch a nearby taxi. Many questions were being thrown around at me.

"Lindsay! Over here! Smile!"

"Come on, we need some action! Not just Zayn!"

"Stop being a bitch and give us a smile!"

I spun on my heel, tears brimming in my eyes,"Will you just leave me alone?!" I screamed at them. This gave them the opportunity to take pictures.

I looked all around me as they flooded me. I wiped the tears off with the back of my hands as I took in a deep breath.

"Don't you have anything better to do than to ruin my life? All I wanted was one evening with my boyfriend and you seemed to ruin that as well! Just leave us alone!"

That's when my feet decided to take action and I started running as far as my legs would take me. Once reaching the end of the parking lot, I took notice that they stopped following me.

I smiled a sad smile. Finally. I wandered around the sidewalks, trying to find a taxi. But in that time, I would occasionally walk in some shops. Seeing if anything would catch my eye.

I was in a jewelry department when my phone went off. I checked the caller id. It was Zayn.

I sighed and answered it unwillingly,"Hello?"

"Lindsay! Thank god you're okay, where are you?" I could hear the terror in his voice. He was really worried about me.

"Don't worry, I got a taxi and I'm at home safely now. No need to worry. Enjoy the rest of your day." I hung up and placed it in my pocket.

A day to myself finally.