Nothing but a Pretty Face

Chapter 2

Zayn's POV:
It had been three days since Carter came into my office with that magazine. He hadn't given me any help on finding this Aaren bitch - the "Stars Weekly" author - but lucky for him, I have my resources. Now I was standing in Central Park, trying to find the spot where she was supposed to be picnicking with her friends. The only problem was that it was the beginning of June, and the park was filled with people.

I walked around from group of people to group of people. I didn't have the clearest picture of what she looked like, apart from having red hair, but I figured there wasn't many of those so it shouldn't be too hard. I was wrong.

I was stepping through another group of girls laying under the shade of a tree when I heard a very loud, very obnoxious girl talking from somewhere behind me. I could hear practically every word she said, that's how loud she was. God people were so annoying. This is why I was fine working in an office and not at the actual clubs. Don't get me wrong, I still went out to them to have fun and make sure everything was in place but large groups of people whose main focus was on me was not my forte.

"Wren I'm serious! The guy literally had a pile of beanie babies on his kitchen table!" I looked up when I heard the name Wren mentioned and searched for the voice. "You know I got the hell out of there! I was not going to stay with a guy who had little stuffed animals on display for everyone! He was literally so proud of them too!"

I took a step forward out of the shade and followed the voice to a large picnic blankets with four girls on it. The girl who was talking had bright blue hair shaved on either side and short hair in the middle. She used her hands in exaggerated manners as she talked. Sitting in front of her was a girl with fiery red hair. This had to be her... Thank god.

As I approached the group I noticed the blue haired girl look up at me, in my formal black dress pants and white shirt, and nudge her friends to my presence. They all looked up at me, except for the red head who's gaze stared straight ahead, as I towered over their blanket.

"I'm looking Aaren Cambell." I stated, shoving my hands into the pockets of my pants. Despite my talking, they all just continued to squint up at me as though I hadn't. "Hello, I'm looking for Aaren Cambell. Are any of you her?" I restated.

A girl with chocolate skin and big curls leaned forward slightly, tapping the red head next to her. "He's looking for you, Wren." She whispered hesitantly. The girl called "Wren" sighed before standing up, brushing nonexistent dirt off of the seat of her jean shorts, before turning to face me.

"Can I help you Mr. Malik?" She stated in an annoyed voice.

I looked her up and down. She was a semi-tiny thing. Child like almost with glowing red hair chopped at her shoulders and bright green eyes. It was an odd combination that you didn't tend see every day.

"Are you Aaren Cambell?" I feel like I've asked this question 20 times today.

"Yes." Was all she said.

She came up to maybe my nose. I had a hard time believing this child could inflict such a punch within the media.

"May I speak with you for a minute Ms. Cambell?" 

She looked down at her friends who stared back at the whole situation like it was a sop opera. "Can't you see we're trying to have a nice day in the park Mr. Malik?" She answered mimicking my formality.