Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Six

Lindsay's Point Of View

Now dressed in yoga pants and an oversized tee, I laid down comfortably on my couch. Setting my head back on the couch, it felt like I could fall alseep any minute now. It had been at least a week since I had gotten any sleep. And now that I knew I would be seeing Zayn for the next few weeks, I would be getting less sleep every night.

Wanting so badly to get a cup of coffee, I declined my request. If I did drink it at such a late hour, I'd surely look like a zombie the following morning. Sadly enough for me, Brian was leaving on a business trip somewhere in Califronia in three days. How I would survive without him was a mystery.

On late nights like these, Brian would come over and sleep over. We'd cuddle up on the sofa and watch Netflix until our eyes drooped and never opened until morning. Right about now, he was probably packing for a long two weeks. Maybe even longer. Feeling lonely wasn't all that bad, I was used to it the first few months I moved to New York. But now I yearned for another companion along side of me.

Clicking the telivision on, not being able to find anything I quite liked, I soon decided on Netflix pretending Brian was right next to me. Except this time I watch re-runs of a show called Hannah Montanna. If he was here, he'd throw such a hissy fit about not wanting to watch this.

Laughing along with the fake audience that played in the background, I clicked on my phone to see the time. It was almost midnight, but I felt no need to get up and sleep. My body position was quite comfortable. Though if I slept on the couch if have horrible back pain screaming at me later.

Silently pressing the off button on Netflix and the TV, I folded the blankets that I had used and placed them neatly under the coffee table that laid directly in the middle of the living room. The cold floor sent chills to me, and surprisingly it relaxed all of my tense muscles.

The sheets were folded over, showing that Nancy had expected me to go to bed earlier. Her room was two doors down from mine. One of the best maids I have had. Of course I gave her a place to stay. Resting my head back on the fluffy pillow, my eyes instantly closed. It was never hard for me to fall asleep, and soon sleep took me over. 

I awoke to church bells playing off in my head. Soon everything in my body was pounding and shaking. When I looked at my hands, they had no wedding ring on it, but instead a tattoo of Zayn's initials on my knuckles. Weird, don't remember getting that. 

As I lifted the covers off of me, a silky white dress covered my body. Suddenly a pair of red sandals appeared on my feet. Getting up quickly, my hair looked rather extravagant looking in the mirror. Especially for me. I would never do this to my hair. But never the less it made me look beautiful.

Double doors opened, to what I thought was my closet. I needed to change as fast as I could out of this. How did I even get into it in the first place? But what I had walked into was not my closet. 

The bright white walls and white lights blinded me, it took my eyes a little time to adjust to the new scenery. Flowers were hung everywhere. And at least 10 rows on each side of the room filled with people.

Looking among the crowd, I spotted Harry, Louis, and Niall sitting smack dab in the front along with Zayn's family. On the opposite side was people whom I did not recognize other than Perrie's band mates. What was this place?

I realized the middle section, that was cleared of chairs, was an aisle way. And at the end of that stood a man in a tuxedo I presumed with a priest or whoever. To the left of the man in the tux stood Liam with a smile from ear to ear.

Music began playing, to my left were violins playing, and my head darted to where everyone else was looking. A young girl came out holding a small basket, throwing pink flower petals all along the aisle until she reached the end.