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Chapter 18 - Pizza

Chapter 18; Pizza
Zayn Malik's P.O.V. :

TBH, this chapter is mostly gonna consist of 3 people walking down stairs.

So, here I am, Zayn Malik, waiting for possibly the most important call in my entire career as a CEO. It wouldn't even be half as bad if it weren't for the fact that I still haven't met the person on the other end and that I'm possibly the teeniest bit scared. Okay, I lied. I'm so scared, I considered leaving the building for the day. ("Where are you going?" "Um, bathroom?" "Zayn, go back inside." "But, Josh!")

On a scale of Sydney from Scary Movie 2 to The Conjuring, how scary is this? Cabin in the Woods.

It's not like this is some super important person calling to let me know my Chuck E. Cheese membership had expired. Well, actually, it was kind of like that. Like, really, similar to that but really different. ("Shh, Zayn, it's just a phase. Chuck E. Cheese will put up a sign that doesn't allow old guys in." "Um, I'm twenty-two." "Everything will be alright-" "Stop singing Taylor Swift.")

Riiiiiiing!

"Holy shit, Josh! It's them!" I shrieked, nearly falling off my chair. I steadied myself, gripping the wooden desk in front of me. I took three deep breaths before letting out a long exhale. "What do I do? Do I answer? Do I let it ring? Do I-" Josh thrusts the phone into my hands. Help me, I breathed out, my face contorting into one of pain. "Yes, hello, this is Zayn Malik."

"Um, Mr. Malik? Dude? I'll be right over with the pizza you ordered. Sorry, man, our chef was out of it big time. Anyway, I'll be over in a sec."

The line went dead. Josh clicked his pen on the edge of my desk, adjusting his glasses. The expression he wore was an unsurprising one. I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. I put the phone back on the receiver, snaking my hand away and back onto my lap. My palms were sweaty and my breath was fast.

"Jesus Christ, I've never been so scared in my life."

"You ordered a pizza, Zayn. What were you expecting?" Josh picked up his clipboard, checking something off of it. Most likely, our recently created list. "Seriously, if you wanted I could've made the call and picked up the pizza on the way back from the Suit & Tie store."

"Josh, please. I had to be a man and listen to my brother in law's voice for once." Josh threw himself against the wall, eyes wide and mouth dropped. His ripped his glasses off his face before stomping back over to me.

"You're planning on marrying her?" He exclaimed, slamming both fists down on the desk. "Zayn, you know her but at the same time you don't!" Josh reached over the table, He graspes my suit collar between his hands and pulled me to my feet. For a small guy, he sure had one strong grip.

"Josh, I probably am! Besides," I say, brushing his hands off of me. "Who doesn't want to marry a young millionaire? Not to mention I'm undeniably handsome. Ask any female. Or male." Josh rolled his eyes, slapping his hands against his forehead.

The silence was cut short when Robyn, Josh's super hot girlfriend, burst through the doors. "Josh!" She exclaimed, practically throwing herself across the room to envelope him in an embrace. And like, ew. If I can't have some love. No one else should. It makes me sound like a terrible human but you'll see what I mean in three, two-

"Oh, baby. I've missed you so much." Josh mumbles, plastering sloppy kisses onto Robyn's cheeks. Robyn murmurs something about there being no cute boys in France or Italy, I don't know where she went. Anyway, she slaps her lips on his and it makes the most annoying sound ever. Like, y'know how there's people who keep there pans and stuff in the oven? Well, like the sound of them being dragged out and leaving that horrid screeching sound.