HIS MAID? NO, HIS WIFE! [ZAYN MALIK FAN FICTION]

Chapter 13

This chapter is dedicated to Diianadirectioner for all her ‘Amazayn’ comments and support. Really means a lot to me dear. Hope you like the chapter.  

Flashback continues…..

                  “Ahhhhh........ Ahhhhhhhh.... you are lying, tell me you are bluffing me, no, no...”

                   “No Stace-”

                   “Oh my Goodness” a thud sound.

                    “Stace, Stace”

                           Even though a few days passed since this incidence, I couldn’t help but both wince and laugh at Stacy’s high pitched voice ringing in my ear. It is how Stacy responded to the shocking news that the pop star Zayn Malik is visiting the Asylum again.

                       She first threw out a tantrum and a few minutes later she fainted, yep she actually fainted on to the floor. But all her excitement vanished when her dance master announced that they have got practise Friday evening. Stacy begged him to exempt her on Friday but in vain. She of course accused me that I purposefully agreed on Friday and I am such a ‘bad’ friend. Even if she didn’t mean it (because the next moment she hugged me and said “you know I didn’t mean that” not before pulling away saying “but seriously Friday?”) I felt guilty and moreover anxious on how I will deal everything alone.

                         I shifted my weight from my right foot to left eyeing the almost empty road for any sign of a car, once more failing and checked my watch again, ‘5:10 pm’ it read and checked phone again- no messages.    

                    Two days after meeting Zayn Malik in the club, I messaged him asking whether he would mind picking me up at the old bus stop (as it is almost an abandoned place and nobody will recognize us) at 4:30 pm Friday evening. He replied of course and see you then.

                 So today I rushed from school to home, had a quick shower, put on my black jeans and blue top and rushed to the car. To my great joy Jerald will not be home for a week and thus it did not require a huge effort to persuade Shay one of my favourite among the drivers to drop me here.

                  But I should have known better. It is Zayn Malik we are talking about. Of course he won’t make it on time and I should have listened to Stacy’s words that he will be what you call ‘fashionably late’. But seriously forty five minutes without even a message that he couldn’t make it or will be late. What a jerk?

                    I dropped the hope that he will make it. May be he bluffed me. But it is not like I asked him to visit the Asylum again. It was his request and he wanted to pick me. If it goes on like this he would have to pick me up from the floor as my legs feels tired and is starting to pain. I had a rough day in school and now standing here shifting my weight from foot to foot does no good. Not even a tree trunk to sit. Why couldn’t have I chosen a park instead?

                   Soon I heard what sounded like a car horn, but I found the road to be empty like before. But within a few seconds a car halted in front of me. Wow that was fast.

                The window glass rolled down revealing Zayn Malik with an apologetic smile on his face. His look was such that it made me forget that he had kept me waiting for almost an hour. But soon vanished hearing his words.

                  “Hope you haven’t been waiting for long?” he tried to sound nonchalant but there was this eagerness in his voice buzzing me to say ‘no’ so he won’t feel guilty. But seriously that is it? No apologies, no reasoning out. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his words. He should have recognized that it wasn’t the best words to be asked as he bit his tongue and reached to open the door for me.