Once in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 11. Simon.

Chapter 11

Mia's POV

"You feeling okay?" Harry asked me once we were at Zayn's back door.

"Yeah," I lied. He must have caught it when he gave me a look. My eyes were probably swollen from crying and who knows what color my face was right now.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that this will end the way it's supposed to be," he told me and it confused me. End the way it's supposed to end? As in good? As in bad?

It was nice to have him by my side though. Harry would take my side, wouldn't he?

Harry opened the door, which was unlocked. Do these people never lock their doors?

Harry let me walk in first and I saw a man with grey hair sitting on the couch facing the flat screen. I had no conclusion other than: Simon Cowell.

When the sound of the door closed, the slightly grey haired man turned around to look at who had barged in.

My assumption was right. It was Simon. With his white tee and ... pj pants.

How odd. I guess he must have been in a hurry after hearing the news about Zerrie.

"Simon! What you doing here?" Harry asked walking up to the living room with his arms wide open. He wrapped them around his producer like a son would hug his father.

"Alright, let me go now Harry." Simon demanded.

"Just five more seconds."

I quietly chuckled at the hilarious yet adoring scene.

"You must be ... the mystery girl." Simon said pointing at me when Harry finally lets him go.

I couldn't utter a word, afraid my voice would break. I was nervous, scared....and slightly starstruck.

"This is Mia. She's a friend of mine," Harry introduced me. Simon gave a suspicious look at Harry.

"Not that kind of friend," I suddenly blurted. Hopefully Harry wasn't too offended by that.

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After discussing about what had happened, Simon seemed to understand the situation a bit more. Or maybe he was only nodding, pretending as if he was listening.

I explained that I was Perrie's old friend and that she had asked me to be her wedding planner and that I never intended to be the other girl who would steal away her fiancé.

Zayn walked into the room right after I finished talking about 'the accident'.

"What's she doing here? I thought I told you to leave," Zayn gritted through his teeth. His accusations weren't as scary as before. Probably because there were other witnesses in the room.

Harry got up from my side of tbe couch and went to bring Zayn to sit down on the coffee table who refused to even look at me.

Simon was here to give us some advice. I wasn't too sure myself. There were moments when I just wanted to pack my bags and leave London. I didn't want to deal with this anymore. Dealing with such high profile people was not my forte. I was better at dealing with people in love. And this was definitely a love filled atmosphere.

Simon took a deep breath, "There's only one thing we can do." Everyone remained silent waiting to hear Simon's solution, "continued on, "You're going to have to be in a relationship."

"What?!" the rest of us shouted in unison.

"There's no way that's happenin, Simon," Zayn spoke first.

"That's probably one of the worst ideas I've ever heard," Harry agreed.

I just kept quiet. I didn't want to add onto the burning fire.

"What do you think, Miss Vance?" Simon asked me.

For a moment, I thought I was going to pass out. I get it that Simon was trying to save the boys' image, but he was going way too overboard."I don't understand," I shook my head.

"Well, my logic is that there were pictures of Zayn's proposal. We can just fabricate a story. Say Zerrie was fake and that this was the real relationship you were hiding all along."

"You are mad," Zayn furiously said getting up from where he was sitting.

"Look. Do you want to cause hysteria amongst your fans? There's already hundreds of girls unfollowing you right now on Twitter."

"I don't care! This is going to create more hysteria, Simon!" Zayn shouted.

"Do as I say. Trust me," Simon rose from his side of the couch and tries to calm Zayn down.

There was a long pause. This sucked. I didn't want to be in a relationship with Zayn. It would be horrible because we would fight all the time and fake it in front of the paparazzi. It would literally be torture. Zayn exchanged looks at me then back at Simon.

"Let me talk with Perrie first," Zayn said before trumping out of the room.

Harry gave me a reassuring look before following him and I let out a breath. I hadn't realized that I was holding it the entire time. I was so afraid of what would happen to Zayn even though I hated the jerk. I didn't want to the be the reason for destroying Zerrie.

"Simon," I started. "How exactly is this going to work? I have to return back home since I know that Perrie doesn't want me to be her wedding planner anymore. Plus I haven't agreed to any of this."

"Be truthful to yourself Mia," Simon sat back on the couch, crossing his legs.

"How do you mean?"

"I can see it in your eyes."

I was confused. What in the world was he talking about? See what in my eyes?

"The way you look at him...You're in love...with Zayn."

Love?! With Zayn?!

That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

What was he, some love expert? Telling people who they were in love with.

He continued on reading my expression, "I know you might think I'm just an old man who's mad. Maybe that's true. But, I saw the way you were looking at him just now. How else could you explain the ache in your heart? You are probably worried to death inside about Zayn right now, are you not?"

"I am worried but only as --"

"As a friend? Give it up, Mia. Please explain why you're still wearing that ring. Tell me that the last few days you've spent with Zayn hasn't affected you at all."

Dang, that Simon Cowell. I didn't want to admit it, but he was right.

After thinking about all the things we've been through, my heart ached and swooned at the sight of Zayn. I was falling for him. Ever since...Well, I'm not even sure myself. I looked at my finger to observe the three diamond ring.

I liked the way his eyes lit up at the mention of Scarface.

I liked the way his smile was crooked yet so gleaming when he smiled at me and the way his tongue brushed up against his teeth.

I liked his little stubble that disguised his immaturity.

I liked the way he was a goof even when he was not trying to be funny and his terrible jokes.

I liked that he cared so much for everything like his fans and Perrie.

I liked the way his soft lips brushed against mine up in that stupid tour bus ...

...and I hated myself for it. For liking someone who clearly belonged to someone else.

Zayn walked into the room with Harry right behind him, both faces filled with remorse.

"It's over. Perrie broke off the engagement," Zayn uttered through the room, shifting the world on its axis.

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