Undignified (Zayn Malik)

Chapter two

The Malik's began working the next day, from what I heard it was evident to me that they wanted to start working immediatly. They were obviously in desperate need for money. I found myself awake at the very early hour of 6am awaiting the Malik's arrival.

I had never done this for any other servant and I didn't want to make it obvious to my parents that I was intrigued by Zayn. For I would be be punished and poor Zayn would be fired. 

I stared out my window and saw the multicultral bus arrive and I saw Zayn and Waliyah walk out of the busy and dirty bus that looked like it would break down any moment, they were dressed in the typical multicultral clothes which were plain and made out of very weak material. I was staring at the siblings walking into our house, I felt myself become more attractied to Zayn as he put a protective grip around his shaking younger sister. Waliyah would have it tough being Penny's servant. 

My parents spoke to them when they entered, my parents despite being very racist weren't the type to speak to servants as if they were no better than dirt beneath our feet, they did speak to the Malik's with respect. 

I wanted to go and greet them but thought it best not to do straight away expecially when i was in my night gown. I put my hair in a bun and kind of crawled against the long landing and peered over the bannister and looked over at the Malik's.

'I would just like to thank you for this amazing opportunity,' I heard Zayn say, his voice sent the sexy type of shills down my spine. It was so deep and raspy, no one not even Louis Tomlinson himself could have this alluring effect on me. 

'You are very welcome, to start of with Waliyah and Zayn could you prepare breakfast for my daughters and bring it up to their room then Zayn you will be moving some things out of the living room and into the attic and Waliyah you will be helping Penny get ready for her date with her fiance,' I heard my dad say. 

I leaped back into my bed and when I heard Zayn come upstairs and near my room with his tray, i pretended to just awake. He was very nervous when he walked in, he looked at me but then his gaze fell to the floor as if he wasn't worthy enough of meeting my gaze. I hated how the multi-cultrals were made to feel much inferior. 

'Madame here is your breakfast,' he said his voice ever so respectful. 

Immediatly I wished I could ask him if he had a girlfriend, if he was married but I knew he was the reserved sort it would take ages before I could speak to him as if we were friends. 

'Thank you, Zayn, and please call me Elizabeth,' I said. 

He nodded 'Thankyou for remembering my name m'am, i mean elizabeth,' 

This was not good I had not spoken to him for more than a minute and I was already thinking unholy thoughts about him, this was not good, this was disgraceful. But he seemed to be radiating attraction, everything about him I wanted. 

I didn't know how long I was staring into his smoldering eyes but I seemed to have made him uncomfortable. I blushed a deep crimson when I realised what I had done.

'Thank you for your assistance Zayn, you may return to your duties,' I said. When he left I go tthat familiar feeling that a school girl gets when her crush gives her a valentines card. It was ridiculous, it was absurd what was wrong with me?

I was far too old to be obtaining crushes and expecially not with multicultrals. Even though he was much more alluring then any white men in this town, even though he was kinder and wasn't smug. I had to snap out of it and fast.

 I was reading a delightful novel in the living room while Zayn worked around me, to tell you thr truth I always read in my room never in the living room but I wanted to watch Zayn and to be perfectly honest I don't think I read more than a page I was far too intrigued with Zayn.