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Chapter 6 - Zaxxon over Naxxon

Chapter 6; Zaxxon over Naxxon

Zayn Malik's P.O.V. :

   "MOVE, get out of the way!" I yelled, running through the golf course Josh and I were checking out. We had already planned on renovating it, we were just checking how it looked. Sometimes, I wish I could keep my mouth shut and not say anything. I spotted a gold cart a couple yards away. There was a girl in it, so I took her hand. "Hi, you're beautiful,I'll pick you up at eight, bye," I smiled, leading her out and hopping into the cart. 

   "Wait, what?" I heard her yell.

   "Zayn, I am going to get you!" I heard. I looked into the rear view mirror only to see Josh coming towars me in his own gold cart. I quickly did a quick turn, speeding off onto an occupied course. Golf clubs were thrown at me as I crashed the game. One glimpse was all it took for me to determine,

   "You call that a a Fore? I call that a --"

   "Get out of the damn car!" Josh seethed, grabbing my collar and tugging me out. We watch as my gold cart rolls down the hill and into the lake. There's a silence as we watch the front tip over, followed by the rest of the vehicle. 

   "You're paying for that," I whisper.

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   "Goddammit, Zayn!" Josh huffs, running his fingers through his hair. We're sitting in the back of a limo, heading back to my penthouse. "I can't keep watching over you like a goddamn babysitter!" Josh sighs, leaning back in his chair. I roll my eyes, pulling a yogurt out of the fridge. I toss it back in. That's So Raven moment; I almost ate something healthy.

   "You're not!" I say, pulling out some Dippin' Dots.

   "Yes, I am!" Josh retorts. "I have to make sure you don't do something stupid, like mess up your whole company or fire your maid for saying good morning, every single time! I think it's because you --"

   "Don't say it," I say, voice low and stern.

   "But you know it's true."

   "Josh, I can't do anything about her," I say. "Not now, not ever." Josh opens his mouth to speak. "Even if I could, she said she can't wait any longer. I really wish I could fly over and see her, but if I do, I'd ruin my whole business. She even thinks I'm turning into a hot mess now. And. . . It hurts."

   "Zayn, let me help you," Josh says. "I'll clear out a schedule and everything so you can go see her. Besides, what are assistants for if they don't assist?" Josh grins. I weakly smile. He pats my back, the door opening right after. We get off the limo and head into my penthouse, greeting the doorman on the way.

   "Josh, it's not just that." Josh raises an eyebrow. "I really would appreciate if you helped me like that. It'd be amazing, but I can't. I haven't seen her in person for two months. I haven't felt her soft skin or her dainty fingers in two months. I don't even know how to act or what to say!" I exclaim.