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Millionaire Vs. Millionaire [Zayn Malik; Sequel]

Prologue

Part One

 I can live without money,
But I can't live without love.
-Judy Garland

   THE DOOR to Jewel Osco slide open just in time for Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan to skid to a halt and run through it. They breathe heavily as they run through the parking lot, looking for the black SUV that promised to pick them up. Horan took a glance back only to scream in terror and run faster. Tomlinson slipped in between cars and around the hoods before catching up to him, clutching the pack of Oreos to his chest. As they reached the corner of the street, Tomlinson in front, he stopped.

   "Fuck," He mumbled. Horan's brain is working overtime, trying to make sense of the last and most confusing minutes of his life and doesn't process Tomlinson's words. "I definitely just shoplifted these Oreos." He curses again, running his hands through his feathery brown hair. 

   "I guess we're fugitives now," Horan mumbles, trying to make light of the situation. Tomlinson cracks a smile, nudging his blonde friend before trying to locate their exact location and call their ride again. They only have a second to relax before a rather terrifying voice shouts their names. Startled, both slowly turn around.

   "You two!" Maxxon Chase exclaims, a few yards away. She breaks out into a run, hazel eyes focused on the two boys holding the back of Oreos. Both boys are too shocked to process the situation. By the time they're caught up, Chase tackles them into a bush behind them. She snatches the Oreos from Tomlinson's grip.

   "I specifically told you two to get Ritz! I can't trust you with anything!" Max mumbles, walking away from Louis and Niall, who try to untangle their limbs. By the time both are on their feet, their friend is already down the street and heading back to the store. Niall and Louis break into a sprint, wheezing once they reach Max again. 

   "But, Maxy," Niall whines, laying his head on max's shoulder. "Louis promised we'd get Oreos! Ritz are disgusting," He mumbles, making a face of pure horror. "I mean, what if you get a little piece of salt stuck between your teeth and gum! That is not healthy. In fact --"

   "Ge gets braces for two years and suddenly thinks he's a dentist!" Louis exclaims, rolling his eyes and leaning his elbow on Max's other shoulder. "Jeez, Max. What's the big deal anyway? It's just a party." Max pauses, placing her hand over her heart. Her mouth drops open, eyebrows knitting together in a frown.

   "Just a party?" Max repeats. Louis instantly regrets his choice of words, getting ready to hear the whole speech. Behind her, Niall snickers and sticks his tongue out. "Louis Tomlinson. How is it just a party? I am inviting a new client to this party and I want to impress him. There is no way I can impress anyone with a pack of cheap cookies!" She hisses, waving the Oreos around. "Ritz are way more sophisticated and you can put cheese and whatever the fuck you want on it. Next time, don't call it just a party." She huffs once more. "At least Niall agrees with me."

   "Whatever you say, Maxy," Niall smiles. "I'm going for the free food." Max's face softens, gently pinching Niall's cheeks. She coos, knowing it annoys him. Now it's Louis turn to snicker behind her as he watches Niall's face flush with embarrassment. "Max, stop. There's people," He whines, tugging her wrists away.

   "Alright," She smiles, walking back into the store to pay for the Oreos and Ritz. Anything for her best friends. She'd give anything to them. Especially the birthday cake Oreos, which Niall absolutely loved. They didn't sell them in England, so Max had casually stocked her pantry with them, just for Niall. In his opinion, 'What kind of deprived place is England?'

+ + +

   "Mr. Malik," Zayn's personal bodyguard, Randy, nods as Zayn walks into his office. Zayn nods back, pushing open the door and heading over to his desk. As he makes his way around the desk, he trips over something. He lands face-first into a potted plant. Why haven't I got rid of you? He curses, picking himself up and brushing away the dirt. 

   He bends down to pick up the box that sent him into that plant. After setting down his portfolio, he struggles picking the box up. Once he sets it on the desktop, he sighs. Need to get back in shape. But that'll look like a I try too hard. But I don't wanna be round. Maybe, I should start to eat healthier. After my pastries get here. And after dinner. Chef Rosie said she was preparing turkey tonight. Maybe tomorrow? Yeah!

   After his mental debate, Zayn pulls the green sticky note off of the box. Sighing, his eyes scan over the neat words. From America. . . Things we learned. . . Food. . . Maxxon xx. . . Photos. . . He throws the note into the trash, looking through his drawers for a letter opener. Moments later, he's on his knees searching through the bin. A letter from Max! It's the first one since she got to America two months ago.

   After thoroughly reading the note again, only to realize it's pretty much shit, he's opening the box. The first thing that catches his eye is a glass candle. The fuck? Does Max really think he keeps that in his office? If she thinks that for one moment Zayn actually collects glass candles so his office doesn't smell like the leather couches all the time, then she is absolutely right.

   He pulls out a blue binder, flipping through the pages only to find a whole bunch of pictures taken from a Polaroid camera. It's mostly Niall and Max and that kinda upsets Zayn. Blondie better step away before I fly over there and braid those blonde locks of his. Zayn huffs at his futile attempt to try to threaten Niall. No matter how jealous he got, he could never try to hurt him. 

   Finally, Zayn pulls out a wrapped rectangle from the bottom. Maybe he should unwrap it gently. Hm, better not. He thinks, ripping the paper off of the thing. He smiles once he sees his reflection. He clicks the home button on the tablet, eyes wondering over it. It's something he's never seen before. He has a reminder set for him. He clicks it, finding another long paragraph from Max. 

   'This is one of the new models they're working on over in America. Personally, I really liked it. It comes in six different colors and is 32 GB. I'm still new to all this, so I wanted to ask your opinion and see if you liked it. Please send me your opinion back. It has all your contacts in it already. I managed to back all your files onto here too. I know I'm not your assistant anymore but you've never been good with backing things up. I love you, Max.'

   Aha, this dork can't figure out anything. Maybe I should send her some help? Yeah, I mean, she's still new to this and -- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the fuck up. What is that right there? Is that a -- Oh my god, it is. I can not believe Max would forget a coma there. This girl needs to go back to middle school and get herself straightened out. Bitch ass fucker thinks she can send me some poorly written letter? Alright, alright, I'm down with that. 

   Alright, maybe he was a little over-dramatic. . . But it was Zayn. He wanted to be an English teacher! Poorly written letters were not acceptable in his eyes. He'd let this one slide. Only for Max. He'd never admit it but, he was straight-up whipped. He'd do anything for her now. And that included letting her grammar errors slide. 

   Only for Max.

[Well, this is early!]

[Sorry for any errors, I quickly typed this.]