The Babysitter [ Z M ]

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ZAYN'S POV

I went in for the interview next day. Getting all dressed as decent and cute as possible.

The house was more of like of a mansion. I expected it to be flat. The exterior was so familiar in a way. It reminds me of my home in Bradford. I miss my family. Especially my mom.

I knocked on the door. After a few minutes, the door was ajar by a woman maybe in her early thirties eyeing me from bottom to top "yes, how may I help you?" Her eyebrows furrowed. Her accent is a familiar one.

"Hi!, I'm here for the interview for the babysitter job" i nervously chuckle and show her the pamphlet where the advertisement was printed which I had found out the day before. "Come in." She smiles & opens it to let me in. My eye catches the small chandeliers that were put up in the ceiling upon the foyer where there were rooms on each side of it and leading to the huge staircase. They must be very wealthy.

The walls were designed with a vintage tone to it. The paintings of the people whom i assumed it to be their family members framed which complimented well to the design of the walls.

I followed her to the room which was the first room beside the door and points me to settle on the couch. "Can I get you something to drink?" She clasps her hands. "Water will be just fine, thanks." I give her lipped smile.

I thank her as I take brittle glass filled with cold water. "Your interview will begin in five minutes. I'll get my husband and then we can start it." With that, she left the room. I straightened my dress. I mentally thanked myself for wearing a full sleeved shirt in order to hide my tattoos.

A male figure who was also in his mid-thirties enters the room with his wife dominating the air in the room. Broody, po-faced and stern look in his face as eyes me from bottom to top.

His expression changes to smiley and friendly as he leans his hand forward to shake my hand. "Hi!, I'm Raeed and this is my wife Sara." He squeezes my hand to the point where I thought my blood stopped flowing. His accent is entirely different from his wife.

"I..I uh... I'm Zayn Malik." I stutter feeling completely nervous and flushed.

"Did you just say your last name is Malik?" Sara eyebrows furrowed.

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