Baby Steps (Z.M) Book One✔

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I could of sworn of seeing a little bit of discreetly hatred jealousy in the receptionist glaring eyes at the sight of Zayn and I holding hands while walking out of the hotel, Andrew at our heels. I couldn't help but enjoy the pride it provided me, that feeling of someone being envy of you and probably being desperate to be in your shoes while you make every minute of it gold. Frankly because I was the last person someone would be jealous about, I have nothing special but just this one time I actually have a reason and it feels great to be honest.

It was Zayn were talking about, who wouldn't be this proud to be holding hands with him? This just don't happen all the time, at least not to me.

My sudden worries suddenly hit in of seeing the glass crystal doors where the obnoxious pops would go crazy with their camrea flashes and exposing us in the world of drama and attention. I didn't want problems or provide for Zayn, but he held my hand so firm and confidente as if he was fearless of what ever was to come. The problem was that I wasn't as brave as him, I am not use of the type of attention he had. It would terrifie me to apear in the television or magazines and much worse cause trouble in his carrier.

Andrew opened the door and stepped aside for us to pass, the day light immediately blooming in and making me raise a hand out to block the streaks of sunlight. For our luck, Zayn's luck to be exact, there weren't no pops stalking the area and only stood in front of us a familiar black beastly car, Andrew approaching it seconds later. I sighed in relief, feeling suddenly air in my lungs and made my way through the same red carpet I once had stepped on.

Andrew lounged for the door, his hand griping the door handle when it was Zayn who interrupted.

"I got it" he instructed, Andrew respectfully nodded and made his way around the car.

He gave me a smirk while opening the door for me and grabbed my hand as I stepped inside, him following after. Closing the door behind him, I settled myslef in the leather seat and felt his warm presence aside me, he placed an arm around me and Andrew finally turning on the engine.

Barley noticing, there was an odd vibrating sensation under my hand but I was too distracted scanning Zayn's profile off guard to even realize it was my phone. I saw the screen flashing with notification of a text message, the contact name Burnett💋 glowed.
I clicked it.

Burnett💋: I am craving for an exclusive shirtless picture of Zayn💦

I gave a glance underneath of my eyelashes to see if Zayn saw the text, but he was to busy looking out the window.

To Burnett💋: Boohoo for you.

Burnett💋: Are you still in the hotel?

To Burnett💋: There is no way in hell I am taking a pic of him shirtless you perv.

I gave devilish smirk to myself and felt that little devil on my shoulder high fiving me for being so cruel to my sister, while the small inocente angel gave it's self a face palm. I felt so savage.

Burnett💋: how about just a casual Picture?

ToBurnett💋: He has a body guard.

Burnett💋: catch him off gaurd then.

ToBurnett💋: really?...

Burnett💋: how hard could that be?

To Burnett💋: um I dont know, ALOT?