Wicked Games {Ziam}

Liam Payne is secretley Batman.....

"If you would follow me," Veronica instructs as she leads Zayn down a needlessly long hallway to a room at the end of it. She lets him in and tells him this was Mr. Payne's main office.
     "Mr. Payne will be with you shortly. He's currently in a meeting," Veronica also explains.
"Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee? Anything?" She continues.
"Uh..... No.... I'm alright," Zayn assures her.
"Well, if you change your mind, just call," she says with a flirty smile as she adjusts her glasses and returns to her desk.
"Thanks," Zayn replies as she turns and leaves, closing the door  behind herself. Zayn looks around himself at the room he was in. Who needed an office this big??
      He walks up to the door and tries to open it but finds it locked. 'Seriously? They had to lock me in here?" He thinks with a grunt.
'Maybe I could just jump out one of the Windows....' He remembers with an amused laugh. He looks out the window and gets a sudden feeling of acrophobia and has to step back away from the window. He walks around the giant office, looking at all the pictures, awards, and random items Mr. Payne had as decoration.
Finally, Zayn falls down on one of the large comfortable chairs in from t of a huge desk and waits boredly. He notices some paper on the desk and grabs a pencil, and starts sketching to pass the time.
Finally, a side door opens and a short old man storms out, angrily walking up to Zayn. Zayn freezes, terrified that this volatile man would yell at him and penalize him for what he did. Instead, the man continues toward the main door. Before leaving, he turns around and says "you'll run this business to the ground!! And I hope I live to see it!! You can't come in here and change everything!! Just because your name is on the sign, does not give you the right to do whatever you want and not take advice!! Payne industries is dead! You'll never live up to your fathers name!!" He turns to the door and leaves, slamming it loudly behind him.
Zayn sits awkwardly, glancing toward the door. Some time later, a young man wearing a very expensive looking suit with a silk tie and shoes polished to a blinding shine, walks out of the meeting room, holding a leather-bound book.
He sighs and walks to one of the bookshelves, sticking the book in between countless others.
      He then goes to a side table and pours himself a glass of some strong brown liquid.
    "Would  you like one?" He asks, holding the glass out to Zayn.
     "Nah... No.... I'm alright," Zayn declines.
     "Well, after the day I've had.... Damn.... I need this," he mutters as he shakes his head and rests a hand on his hip as he takes a sip.
"You're.... You're Mr. Payne?" Zayn asks doubtfully. .
"Yes that would be me," he replies. Without him realizing it, a shocked expression comes onto Zayn's face.
"Is there a problem with that?" Mr. Payne wonders.
"No!! No.... I was jut expecting someone..." Zayn trails off.
"Older?" Mr. Payne guesses, finishing Zayn's thought.
"Yeah," Zayn admits quietly. Mr. Payne nods and sits in the edge of his desk, setting his drink beside himself and folding his hands on his lap. "You look almost as old as I am," Zayn adds.
"22," mr. Payne clarifies.
"Younger than me..." Zayn mutters in disbelief, being 23. How could someone be so young and so rich?
"That's what everyone says," he tells Zayn.
"I guess it's just surprising that you're so young and so...." Zayn trails off again.
"Successful?" Mr. Payne finishes.
"I was gonna say fucking pointlessly rich and greedy, but yeah. Successful works too," Zayn shrugs.
"Why would you say I'm greedy?" Mr. Payne wonders curiously leaning forward.
"Because, mr. Payne..." Zayn starts.
"Please, call me Liam. You don't work for me and Mr. Payne is my father ," mr. Payne insists with a grin.
"Alright then. Liam...." Zayn starts sarcastically. "Nobody needs that much money. I don't know if you've strolled these streets of yours, but there are people dying because they literally have no money to live on then there's people like YOU who have so much money they don't know what to do with and they don't have a worry in the world beside what color Lamborghini they're going to drive today," Zayn tells him bitterly.
Liam sits quietly, with a deep, thoughtful look on his handsome, bearded face.
"That truly is a problem..." He starts. "And I do care about those people... But that's not the reason you're sitting here today, now is it?" Liam wonders. Zayn slouches guiltily in his chair, avoiding eye contact. He knew this was coming......