Veronica (not zarry)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Brooke's POV

My eyes were shut waiting to feel Zayn's lips on mine. I shifted closer, my lips pouting in the air. I could feel his lips right before me, just a fraction of air separating us. Our breaths were mixing and his scent was so beautiful, so intoxicating. I felt a slight vibration in my sweats.

"Your phone is ringing." Zayn stated blankly. My eyes snapped open. Zayn was sitting back in his normal position as if nothing had happened. How did we go from playing golf to almost kissing?

I felt my cheeks heating up and I let my hair fall in my face to cover it. Just my luck, my hair was up in a pony tail. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Stupid piece of shit ruined my almost kiss with Zayn.

Wait I shouldn't be wanting to kiss Zayn. I have a boyfriend. This is not right. Zayn is my neighbour and we're just friends. But he leaned in as well, that means he wanted this as well, right. I pushed my irrational thoughts away and answered my phone without checking to see who it was. "Hello?"

"Brooke, you have to come to the office, everything is going haywire." Harry's frantic voice filled my ear.

"Why what's wrong?" One day. One freaking day I want a break and the office doesn't function properly.

"You're not here. Plus Veronica isn't here. No one knows the schedule for today." Harry said and then she shouted at someone who was apparently trying to dress him up for a photo shoot that wasn't even his. "I can't handle this, I'm at the verge if pulling out my hair. You have to get back."

I sighed. I could picture Harry tugging at his hair every now and then in frustration. "I'll be there." I murmured a quick goodbye and shut my phone.

"What's wrong?" Zayn asked tilting his head to the side.

"I have to get back to the office. Veronica, my assistant hasn't even come. She just joined and she's already taking holidays. I'm going to have to become a bit more strict with her." I got off the wooden floor board, ducking my head slightly.

"That's bad. I wish you could have stayed longer." I made my way to the small exit and carefully made my way down the rope ladder. Zayn did the same, except he made it look so much more graceful and easy.

Standing outside my tall office building, I rushed inside. After getting back from the golf course I quickly changed into a white blouse and my navy blue skirt. The elevators seemed to take forever to reach the top. At last it stopped at my floor with a ding.

I got out and rushed to my cabin. Everything seems normal to me, people were working as always. They greeted me as I walked by. I pulled out my keys and unlocked my cabin.

I switched on MacBook and quickly started typing out a schedule. "Thank god, you're here." Harry stepped into my office, shutting the door behind him.

"Yeah, I'm just preparing the schedule." I muttered without looking up from the computer screen. Harry leaned over the table and placed a kiss to my cheek. I didn't respond, just stared at my MacBook.

"What's wrong? Did Zayn do something?" Harry asked sensing my pissed mood.

"It's not Zayn." I rolled my eyes.

"Then what is it?" was he seriously asking me that?

"Why did you leave last night? After we had sex?" I turned my attention to him.

"You know I never stay over." he said, his jaw tightening. He started pacing back and forth as he lazily dragged his fingers through his hair.

"That was when we were friends with benefits. Now we're dating Harry." I reminded him. "You have to start acting like we're dating." I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.