Chapter 18 ~ Zayn
My alarm goes off and I smack the snooze button for the third time. I'm about to go back to sleep when my door starts being pounded on. "Zayn! Your arse better be up and ready!", Liam yells from the other side of the door.
"What?", I ask tiredly. I sit up rubbing my hands of my face, "Ugh". What time is it? I grab my phone, 8 AM, are you shitting me? December 29th...OH SHIT! Today is the freaking meeting!
I jump out of bed and trip multiple times trying to yank on the jeans from my floor, trying to make it to the door. Buttoning my jeans, shirt hanging around my neck, I open my door to be greeted by a stern looking Liam.
"DID YOU JUST GET UP!?", he yells at me.
"No! Okay yes! But I'm hurrying!", I rush into the bathroom slamming the door. I quickly brush my teeth and put on deodorant. I pull my shirt over my head and open the door, running back to my room for my phone and shoes before running down stairs. Trying not to die in the process, I should mention. I check my phone, 8:10 AM. SHIT! We've got twenty minutes.
"HURRY!", Liam yells as he rushes us to the car. Liam never speeds while driving but this was the exception. We were all sat quietly when I start panicking, I didn't grab my song!
"Liam! The song!", this could only get worse.
"I've got it!', Niall says from the passenger seat. "Made sure to grab it"
At a different time I would've been pissed he took it without permission but right now I'm only grateful. He passes it back to me. "Thanks", I say quietly.
We arrive and quickly park, rushing into the building, 8:28 AM. We book it up the stairs, not waiting for the lift. When we make it up to the floor we burst into the room to find Cheryl, along with other people, waiting for us. She turns around in her seat the face us and looks at her watch, "Eight thirty, right on time. Please take a seat boys."
We quietly walk to the three empty chairs on the opposite side of the long, oval table. Cheryl sits right across from us, the head of the table. "Let's begin, shall we?", she smiles. Sometimes she reminds me of the devil plotting when she smiles.
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Two hours pass and it's been nothing but Cheryl and her monkeys talking about us, with the occasional Liam input. I've been hiding my phone under the table texting Kali.
To Kali: This meeting is booooring
From Kali: What's it for again?
To Kali: Mine, Liam and Niall's "band"
From Kali: Wait I thought you were the only one? Didn't know it was a band!
To Kali: Yeah, it's nothing too special. We haven't even got an actual name yet or band members
From Kali: I'm sure you'll be fine! People be lining up to play for you! Well I've got to go. Good luck Xx
A kiss? She sent a kiss. I can't help but smile and act like a little school boy about this but it makes me happy. "Mr. Malik do you have something to share?" Cheryl gives me a cold look.
Uh-oh..."Actually, yes. I...we have a song". Everyone looks at me with surprise.
"Let's see it", She says in a flat voice. I slide the large, yellow envelope across the table and she grabs it when it gets to her. She pulls out the music and looks it over, with no expression. I'm pretty sure she hates me or something. She looks up and her expression is one of a pleased look and I smirk. "Well, this is amazing. May I ask what was your muse?"
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