Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

The Nerd Stole My Heart.

CHAPTER 29:

ZAYN'S POV

I looked back down to the paper in my hand, and couldn't help but smile widely. Can you believe it? I finally got a job. A nice, decent paying job. Wow. And how did I even find it, you ask? Well I don't believe in that fate shit but I guess I have to now.

So, a few days ago, I was once again out and about, filling out applications for different jobs. I had then taken a taxi back home, but the idiot cabbie had taken me the wrong way. Well, I shouldn't call him an idiot, 'cos he's part of the reason why I got this job.

As I was saying, the cabbie had dropped me off at the wrong place, and didn't drive me further 'cos I had pissed him off by blowing off on him. So there I was. With no money, and no fucking idea where I was.

The road I was walking on wasn't that scary, but still. It was kinda eerie. But I had seen more terrifying things in my life so yeah. And then, out of nowhere, I came across the fancy gates of a school building. Well, it actually wasn't a school, but an institute where they offered courses and stuff, as I found out later.

New York Institute of Physical Arts, the board had read. Shrugging, I had entered inside just for the fun of it, and also 'cos I needed directions. I know I could've just called Louis, but I wanted to do this on my own. And if had called him, I knew that he would have made fun of me for getting lost. Again.

So I had talked to the receptionist lady, and that's when I saw it. The courses they were offering. And I have no idea how I even came to ask this, but I did. So... I asked if they needed a teacher for any of the courses that required my qualifications, and whaddaya know? They actually did! And so I got the forms first thing, filled 'em out, and today, I got the acceptance letter for my new job which I was currently reading in the presence of my boyfriend and friends.

I am now going to be teaching self defense at the New York Institute of Physical Arts.

And I know this is surprising, I mean I never expected that I'd actually get the fucking job! But, as an assassin, I had gone through the full courses of all the self defense arts known to man, so I easily snagged the job.

But the only downside to this job? The only position available was in the institute located in London. Yes, all the way in UK. Turns out, this institute was fairly famous, and worldwide.

And where were we right now? Well, we were at Louis and I's apartment of course, and everyone was stuffed in the said apartment, celebrating me finally getting a job. Well, they were actually here for the free food, but still. I feel special.

"So, Zayn? Will you really be moving all the way to the UK?" Liam asked, passing an arm around Harry's shoulders. Oh, yes. They were a sort of thing now. I don't know how that worked, but it did. And of course, the fuckers were denying it, so we just stopped asking.

"I guess so," I shrugged. "I haven't thought about it yet, and-"

"Oh yes he is," Louis cut in. "This is the best job you can get, and you are going for it," he spoke firmly.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled, playfully shoving Louis. "I'll think about it," I teased.

Niall and Marcel were working on some sandwiches in the kitchen, (more eye sex than making sandwiches) while all four of us were in the living room. It actually felt nice, we were all sort of friends now. I mean, nothing was awkward between us now.

"So, Liam? What about your new job, Mr. Bodyguard?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. Liam shrugged with a smile. "I haven't gotten a, um, client yet. But I'm looking forward to it," he added.