His Personal Assistant Zayn Malik Fanfic #TheWattys2016

Goofing Off

🔱Previously🔱
After many many tries of me tying to pay for dinner Zayn shut me up and ended up paying because according to him...and I quote..."the gentleman always pays dinner for the beautiful girl."
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(Y/N)'s POV
Once we were back inside my car I connected my phone to the radio and the song Or Nah started playing.

My cheeks instantly showing a crimson red. I was deciding weather or not to turn up the volume...after all The Weeknd is my favorite artist and this is my song lol.

I decided to turn up the volume and scream my lungs out to the song. The familiar laugh of Wiz Kalifa and the squeaking bed came in through the car speakers.

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?
You can ride my face until you dripping cum
Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

I was too busy singing the song I didn't even notice Zayn staring at me with a smirk.

Zayn's POV
Once (y/n) had plugged in her phone to the radio her face turned bright red as soon as she heard the song...a song I knew well by my favorite artist The Weeknd.

I saw her reaching out for the volume and turning up the song. As soon as the first verse started she screamed the lyrics making me smirk.

I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow
But the way you wrapping 'round me is a prob
Ain't nobody tryna save ya
Baby, get that paper
Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors

I didn't know she liked this type of songs...I quietly grabbed my phone from my pocket and started recording her.

Pussy so good, I had to save that shit for later
Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table

Since it was getting late already the light from the moon and street lights made her look even more beautiful. Since the windows were rolled down the wind messed up her bun a little with pieces of hair falling out.

She repping XO to the death, I'm tryna make these bitches sweat
I'm tryna keep that pussy wet, I'm tryna fuck her and her friends

I laughed at the faces she made while singing the song...ohh she's going to kill me once she finds out I'm recording her.

You gonna run it for these hundreds, girl, or nah?
Show me is you really 'bout your money, girl, or nah?
Don't play with a boss, girl, take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all

My laughter died down a bit while I continued to record her without her knowing.

Is you really 'bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with the shits or nah?
Or nah, or nah

Ohh god she's fucken adorable...(y/n) accidentally hit the steering wheel causing a honk. The car in front of us honked back making us laugh, "SORRY!!" (y/n) screamed.

(Y/n) got back to singing the song again.

I'mma smoke this joint then I'm a break you off
I be lying if I said you ain't the one
All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on
Lotta smoking, drinking, that's the shit I'm on

I swallowed hard when I noticed (y/n) rocking her hips against her seat to the beat of the song. I bit my lip as my mind took a trip down the gutter imagining her on top of me.

I was quickly pulled out of trance when the volume went down, "what are you doing?" (y/n) asked with a giggle.

I stopped recording,"just recording you goofing off" I said with a smirk. "That's so unprofessional of you Miss. Wilk" I said playfully earning a playful eye roll from her.

"Whatever Mr. Uptight pants," I brought a hand to my chest faking being affected. "I'm anything but uptight" I said with a chuckle.

(Y/n) smiply smiled focusing back to the road. I couldn't help but look back at her and admire the way she looked.

Wait! What the hell Zayn?!

Ohh shut up! You know you find her attractive...my other voice fought.

She was dressed casually with minimal makeup still showing her natural beauty. Her eyes shined as the light post illuminated her face.

She was short compared to me and I noticed her fingers drum on the steering wheel. She was focused on the road once in a while lip syncing the lyrics.

My eyes found their way back to her face and I noticed her face about to turn to me. Thank god for fast reflexes and I was soon staring out the window.

(Y/n)' POV
As I focused back to the road I couldn't help but feel eyes on me. As I turned to look at the passenger seat Zayn quickly tured to look out the window.

I blushed like a mad man and focused back on the road. "Hey (y/n)?" "mmmhh" I answered. "Can you tell me more about you?"

I hesitated a bit but gave in excluding a big part of my past. "Well my name is (y/n) Wilk, I'm 19. I have two parents, James and Margaret Wilk who are both in their 40s & a 20 year old annoying brother, Sam."

"I also come from a Latino background but I was born here in LA. I listen to many types of music depending on my mood. Food is my everything, I like drawing to relieve stress, and I'm not much into fashion...I dress up according to my rules."

I finished with a shrug, "I'm really boring and there's not much to know about me."

"Well you don't seem boring, but tell me more about you. Those are like the basic facts about you" Zayn said while turning to look at me.

I quickly gave him a glance before turning back to the road. "I promise you I will tell you all about me soon."
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