Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

He Slammed My Toaster To The Wall.

CHAPTER 7:

LOUIS POV

This time, I was awoken by a loud bang followed by something exploding. I groaned and slid off my bed, walking out of my room and rubbing my eyes. The smell of smoke entered my nostrils, and I was instantly wide awake. I hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

Zayn was standing there, glaring at the wall with his fists clenched at his sides. The said wall had a slight indent on it, and lying on the floor by his feet was my poor toaster in a million tiny pieces.

"God, you did it again! Last time it was my blender!" I groaned, faceplaming myself. Only three days of living with him, and he's already unbearable.

Zayn turned around and shrugged. "Eh, you should've gotten it fixed."

"Or, you could've left it alone!" I gasped out. "But you smashed it! You clearly have anger issues."

Zayn didn't seem fazed by my comment and shrugged again. He picked up his cereal bowl from the counter, slipping past a fuming me and plopped on the couch, turning on the TV.

"Did you hear a word I just said?" I asked in disbelief. He turned around lazily. "Eh, somethin' bout your toaster, dunno."

"God! You're unbelievable!"

He snorted from the couch. "Someone's a diva."

With a huff, I went back to my room to get ready for work. I didn't want to get late by mindlessly arguing with that insufferable idiot.

Just as I was about to step out, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh, work? Where else?"

Zayn nodded, a smirk in place. "Right, right. I forgot. You don't have a social life. Have fun."

I rolled my eyes and after uselessly warning him not to touch anything, stepped out the door.

"Oh, and when you come back, you have to fly out to D.C."

"WHAT?!" I popped back in.

"Oops, yeah. Forgot to tell you. Bryson said to tell you that you have a meeting with the president today."

"Wow, okay." The president of the freaking U.S wants to meet me?!

"Yes, yes he does," Zayn commented, mock-seriously. Must've said that out loud.

"Okay, I'm leaving now."

"Is Liam downstairs?" He asked.

"Yes, mother."

"Bugger off!"

I snorted. "Gladly!"

~*~

After I got off work while Liam had to sit in my office with me, we walked back to my house. My apartment was in downtown Manhattan, so traffic was pretty fast here. We were walking on the narrow pavement, talking.

Liam was actually tolerable, and he was a pretty fun guy. The complete opposite of Zayn. God, why couldn't he live with me?

Liam had to accompany me when I went out in public, to protect me. It still felt a bit weird, like I was some sort of celebrity who needed a bodyguard.

"So, has Zayn broken anything yet?" Liam asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

I sighed. "Yep. In three days, he has managed to break my lamp, my blender and just this morning, he slammed my toaster to the wall," I counted off on my fingers.

Liam whistled. "Sorry, mate. But Zayn has a weird habit of breaking things. To this day, I haven't understood if he really is clumsy or smashes things just for fun."