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Chapter 16 - From: Lois Griffin

Chapter 16;
Zayn Malik's P.O.V. :



"Josh. Josh. Josh. Joooooosh."


"Zayn, stop. We're in the middle of a meeting."


"But, Josh. This is important."


"Important enough to stop this meeting?"


"... Yes."


"Well what is it?"


"I have to go pee?"


"That's it?" Josh exclaimed.


All twenty-two eyes landed on us. Andres Montoya, who was currently speaking, looked irritated. His father, who was on the boarding sock organization team, passed his facial traits onto him. It felt weird. It felt like I was talking to his dad and not him. Not only was his father working here, but he had a couple years on me as well. I, myself, am nearing the age of twenty-three. Meanwhile, Mr. Andres was twenty-six.


"Is there something important you must tell us, Mr. Malik?" Andres spit, eyes narrowing at me.


"Now that you mention it, yes, Mr. Montoya," I say, trying to keep my business-like manner up. I admit Max is a little better than me at being formal, but that's because she is a lady. "I was just telling Mr. Devine about how all our workers should have the next month off. After all, summer has is halfway over and most of you have children, am I right?" I ask, looking at the people around the rectangular table.


"What a splendid idea, sir." His curt answer did not effect me because I just saved the fact I have to pee. That's what I call a Triple S. Sexy Sizzle Save.


"Anyway, you are all free if your jobs for the next month. I expect you all back on August 4th."


There's a series if thank you's as the people around the table begin to collect their things. I watch them file out of the room. That's the board, so they do more work than others. They needed that break.


Plus, I might make a quick flight to America.



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New Message!


Ugh. I groan as I plop myself down on the leather couch. I stuff the ice pop into my mouth, sliding my finger across my cell phone screen. I watch as my recent texts with Louis all pop up, the one at the bottom catching my attention.


Subject: RED ALERT!!!!
From: Lois Griffin
To: Zaynikins<3333

NIEL HAS ASKED MECKS ON A DATE I REPEET NIEL HUS AXED MEKS ON A DATE


The ice pop in my mouth falls into my lap. "Holy shit!" I exclaim, quickly picking up the ice pop because, fuck, my balls are cold now. "This better not be a joke, Tomlinson," I mumble, typing back a quick response.


Subject: Re: RED ALERT!!!!
From: Zaynikins<3333
To: Lois Griffin

Lou, you better not be shitting me.


Subject: I SHAT YOU NOT
From: Lois Griffin
To: Zaynikins<3333

THE SUBJECT IS SELF EXPLANATORY


Subject: Re: I SHAT YOU NOT
From: Zaynikins<3333
To: Lois Griffin

I need proof.


There. I smirked. Louis was most likely joking around with me. The last time Louis did this, it turns out no one did and he just wanted to see me jealous. This will teach that Jerkface not to mess with my newly found emotions.


I wait a couple minutes and realize Louis has not texted back yet. Ha. Probably couldn't do anything. I'm about to give up, when I receive three test messages.


Subject: this is fucking long so hold the fuck up you little fucker
From: Lois Griffin
To: Zaynikins<3333

(1/3) so me and Harry were messing around this morning and teasing Niall because last night he told Max he thought she was pretty (Max had a mental breakdown after these girls at the mall stared at her: turns out they were lesbians) and Harry was like "so ni when are you gonna drop the bomb on her??"

(2/3) and we all laughed at him and Max walks in and she's like "ooooh who's Niall seeing?" And we all shut up real fast and ni goes"um er I not seeing anyone??" And Max is all like "Niall James Horan u know better than t lie t me who u think u trynna fool do u know who I am huh huh huh DO YOU???!!"

(3/3) and Niall goes "ok!ok! Will you go on a date with me?!" And then we all go quiet again and Max is all red and blushing and goes "I would love to" and Niall takes her hand and kisses it and Liam dropped his jaw (twice) and Harry dropped his bowl of empty cereal it was intense byeeee! :DDDD


I quickly head to my contacts and call a quick number. It rings twice before someone picks up. I take a deep breath and go:


"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I shout.


"Zayn, what happened?" I hear Josh ask from the other end of the line. "Oh my god I recognize that scream. My sister did it when her boyfriend broke up with her! Did your boyfriend break up with you? Hold up, I mean Max? What happened?"


"Something bad happened that made me sad." There's a pause on the other end. "And don't say it rhymes because I'm not into the mood for your corny jokes."


"Darn."


"I don't know what to do, Josh. Niall asked her on a date and she said yes! What do I do now?"


"Hold up, I'll be at yours in five with ice-cream. But I know what you should do."

"I'm listening," I sigh.


"Go to America, like tomorrow."


"Are you insane?! I can't do that!"



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"I can't believe I'm doing this."


"C'mon! Last time we went, it mostly consisted of you running from Max! But you also made me follow you and Perrie around," Josh says.


It's been a week since Louis texted me and told me about the date between Niall and Max. I was determined things didn't go any further after that date.


"Please don't being up Perrie. I barely managed to escape from her last time," I say, tossing my bag onto a conveyor belt.


"I still don't get why you don't like her. I mean, c'mon, Zayn. She's fit," Josh shrugs. I nudge him in the ribs. "Oof! What was that for?"


"I just, don't get the right vibe from her."


"Whatever, she's hot."


"Josh, have you ever even talked to a girl because her personality, not her looks?" I ask, handing the lady in line my ticket. "I mean, I haven't even seen you come home with a girl. Or even talk to any at work."


"Excuse me, Zayn. But I get quite a lot of female attention." Josh scoffs. "Besides, I have. I'm just not looking for a stable relationship yet." I give him a look. "What? It's the truth!"


"Yeah, okay." I state as we climb up the stairs and onto our plane. We've decided to travel with others instead of taking my private jet.


(You haven't seen a normal human being since ever, was the defense Josh had used.)


"Look, Zayn. We're not discussing me. We're discussing you. And you are currently going to save your girlfriend from falling into the wrong arms."


"She's not even my girlfriend," I huff, throwing myself onto the side and facing out the window.


"Do you want her to be?" Josh asks. I nod. "Then act like it!" I grunt in annoyance. "Who is Max's boyfriend?"


Silence.


"That's your que," Josh says, nudging my side. "Let's try again." Josh clears his throat. "Who is Max's boyfriend?" he asks.


"I am," I mumble.


"Who is Max's boyfriend?"


"I am," I say a little louder.


"Who is Max's boyfriend?" Josh asks, voice full of enthusiasm.


"I am!"


"Who?"


"I am! I, Zayn Malik, is the the proud boyfriend of Maxxon Chase!"


I feel so proud and confident that I can actually get myself to believe that I am Max's true boyfriend. Even if she doesn't think so, I know so. And it felt good to actually say that out loud. And -- oh, my cell phone is buzzing.


Subject: Ummmm
From: Lois Griffin
To: Zaynikins<3333

Max sorta has a boyfriend now.


And, oh, I'm not her boyfriend.


[Sorry for the late update! My little sister was born on September 19th! It's been a hectic week for me!]