This.

Part one.

This is my first story on Wattpad, I can assure you that they will get better and longer. Thank you for reading.
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The tired male stared at his reflection in the window as the clouds and the fog rolled in. He could see the dark circles under his eyes, and the way his hair was thrown into a messy bun. He tried to throw a smile onto his face but it soon faded, realizing that there is no point in wearing a fake smile.

All week, the male had been a sloppy mess. Dragging himself to and from meetings, searching for a personal assistant, and dealing with a horrible break up.
The tie fell loose around his neck and his button up shirt had a red stain on it. That's how all his Saturday mornings began. Waking up with a new tattoo, a new mark, or lipstick stain on him from that Friday night.

A groan left his mouth as he lifted himself off of his over sized bed and forced himself to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the basket, shutting the bathroom door behind him. He stripped from his work clothes and turned on the water, he waited for it to become hot, avoiding looking into the mirror.

Once the water was to his liking, Zayn stepped in and let the water run down his naked body. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts run wild. Although the hot water released some of the stress, it didn't fix any of his problems.

About thirty minutes later, Zayn finished in the shower. He stepped out and wrapped his towel around his waist, walking back into his bedroom.

The quietness of his large house made his movements echo. He threw himself onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The large chandler hung above him, motionless. And the marble ceiling flicked from the soundless lightening outside.

Is this how his life would end? In the quiet? He was sure he could hear his heart beat if he tried.

After a long hour of staring at the window and ceiling, Zayn had finally decided to throw on a new suit.
"Zayn," a familiar voice echoed through the castle, making Zayn roll his eyes. He cursed under his breath, swearing that he would fire whoever let him in. Him, as in his father. "Zayn, child." The voice got closer and his anger began to build up. Zayn ignored it, reaching his hands up to tighten the tie around his neck in his bedroom mirror. There was a soft knock on the door but before he could say anything the door opened. He could see his father through the mirror. "Could you not hear me, child?" He asked as he walked towards his son, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I could hear you perfectly fine," He replied, shrugging his fathers hand off his shoulder. Zayn knew that his father was only there to complain about something but he didn't want to start an argument so he let it fly.

His father sighed. "I just came to tell you that me and your mother have found you a personal assistant," He began. Zayn shook his head, walking towards his bathroom with his father following right behind, "she's a very educated women with a daughter of her own. Maybe you both could become close." Zayn stopped and turned around, he narrowed his eyebrows at his father.

"How many times have I told you to stay out of my personal life? Become close with her?" He questioned. "Let me decide who I want to get personal with, this is my life." His normally calm and pleasant demeanor slowly changed, his emotions releasing into the darkness. The males hands were balled into fists and he crouched forward, daring him to try to convince him otherwise. He could tell by the facial expression of his father that he wasn't going to push it any farther.

"Now, since that is settled you may leave. I will be deciding who my personal assistant is myself." Zayn said. His father huffed, speechless. He made his way towards the bedroom door, taking one more look at his son before walking out.

A sigh of frustration escaped the males mouth. His mission was to search for a personal assistant that he would feel more comfortable with, someone he could trust.