Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter One

Lindsay's Point Of View

The constant beeping of my alarm woke me up. Though my usual routine, it still tired me to get my lazy body out of the bed. Slamming my fingers over the buttons, I pulled the covers off of my body and sighed. The wooden floor greeted me and it took me a while to gain my balance. Easier said than done. Taking a quick glance to the side, I saw the frame standing in its proper place.

Today's date? April 3rd, 2013. It has been aproxiamtely two years since I've last seen Zayn. Even though his face was plastered on just about every magazine on every curb of New York, seeing his face had never came up in my life. Keeping in touch was out of the question, the pain was too much for both of us to endure. So we cut off all social activity between us two.

Liam calls at least once a month, just to check on me, and it makes me smile knowing he still cares. He's a good friend, no matter the stuff he tried to pull between us. Every day, I still wear that necklace I was given at the airport. As a promise of course. 

When I first arrived to New York, climbing into the limo that was waiting to escort me back to my apartment, I slapped myself mentally in my head. The only thing I had left of my parents living souls, and it was now gone. Probably no way of getting it back. Knowing Zayn, it would end up on the side of his dresser collecting up dust. I guess love was in the way of me thinking clearly. 

Pushing the double doors open to my closet, I stepped in. My modeling career was going great, more oppurtunities were being thrown at my from different directions, it was great. But New York was the one place I wanted to be. It was my second home that I had grown fond of. Just last year I was promoted to top model, and fashion editor of Vogue. After sharing the news to my family, mother eventually flew down shortly after that to celebrate. Leave it up to my mom to do the crazy shit.

My body was dressed in black skinny jeans, the top half of my body covered in a pink lacy blouse. Though it's spring, the cool air is sometimes chilly so I wrapped a knitted sweater over my shoulders. Concealer covered my face, and pink lip balm and eye shadow was applied. Bustling came from my bedroom and I knew Nancy was making up my mess. Thank god for maids. 

Right about now, I pretty much sound like a snotty twenty year old who gets everything her heart desires. Wrong. I worked hard for all of this success, and I deserve it more than anoyone in this country. No one knew what I had gone through to get here. 

The last time Zayn and I came close to encountering was when he was here last December to perform in Madison Square Garden. Back then, I debated on going or not, because I would be able to have the chance. The thing was, I just wasn't ready to face him. I would recognize him, but would he recognize me? I haven't changed much, but that doesn't mean he hasn't. In the time we split, three months later he was found lip locked with Perrie Edwards.

It didn't look much like a publicity stunt, and maybe they both let their hearts agree to something that felt right for once. Louis texted me the day after the picture was released, asking if I was okay. Why wouldn't I be? We broke up, and I was over him. Or at least that's what I told myself every day before I went to work in the mirror. 

My hair laid in loose curls, and I headed out into my living room. But not before I grabbed my purse and necklace that I sadly still loved so much.  My bed was made, and I made a reminder to myself to raise her pay check. Nancy earned it. The silky brown pillows that laid over the beige quilted comforter, showing the roundness of the bed. It set off the texture of the walls, and the floor gleamed from the shining lamps on either side of the mattress.