Second Chances ~1D~ {ON HOLD PERMANENTLY}

Chapter Twenty-Six: Nice Chair You Have Here

Chapter Twenty-Six:

**Louis' POV**

  I let out an exasperated sigh as Zyla ran out the door.

  "Great," said Liam.

  "Alright tell me what's going on. Now." demands Simon.

  All of us sigh.

  "Well . . . " begins Harry.

**Zyla's POV**

  As I ran out the door I was met with a flood of flashing lights and mobs of people.

  "Zyla! Zyla! What's happening?!"

  "Zyla! Where are the boys?!" called out a paparazzi.

  "Zyla tell Harry to marry me!" screams a voice to my far left.

  "Probably one of their creepy fans.

  "Ugh just leave me alone," I mutter taking off around the left side of the building. I spot an open window about two floors up and a tree right next to it. Being an expert in climbing (as of like two weeks ago) I place my foot in the crook of the first tree branch and hoisted myself up.

  After ten minutes I reached the window. Trying to gain my breath back, I take ahold of the window sill and push my left leg up onto it then my right.

  And I am in!

  WADDUP YO?

  "Um who are you?"

  Shit.

  I looked up to see a tall, really pretty girl, wearing a skirt and buisnessy shirt staring at me, looking startled.

  "Uh . . . look don't call security but-"

  "Oh my gosh! You're one of those crazy Directioners aren't you?! Do you realize how creepy you all are?!"

  "No!" I say. "I'm not I swear. You-you don't know who I am?"

  She shruggs. "I broke my glasses a couple days ago. Everything's kinda blurry."

  "Oh well," I say, "I'm Zyla Par-er Payne."

  The confused expression on her face quickly changes to one filled with shock and excitement.

  "Oh my gosh!"

  "Don't freak out," I say.

  She laughs, "Don't worry. I work with Simon Cowell and sometiems One Direction. I think I'm ok."

  I smile.

  "This is Simon's office by the way."

  "Of course it is," I say.

  She smiles and types something on her phone.

  "So who are you running from?"

  I plop down in what I'm assuming is Simon's chair.

  "The lads. They're pissed and I don't want to be around them," I reply running my hand through my hair.

  "Ah," she said grinning.

  I smiled, "Hey what's your name?"

  "I'm Belinda," she said her eyes flickering to the door.

  I followed her eyes to see Simon standing there. Luckily, no boys with him.

  "Well I'll talk to you later Zyla," Belinda said walking towards the door. I nod and wave.

  "Comfortable?" asks Simon standing in front of his desk. I smirk slightly and nod again.