Living life .. A Zayn malik fan fiction

Paparazzi smugs

I awake the fallowing morning to an empty bed . On the night stand is a note and I smile at his thoughtfulness.

* Gone to training baby
I will be back soon
I love you very much

Ps . Your drooling

Your Z xxx * .

Oh shit I was drooling ..?!
And it's 11am ..?! How the hell did I sleep in until this hour ..?! ..

Oh boy time to get up and dressed . I stretch out onto Zayn's side of the bed and immediately I am smothered in good ol Hugo boss . It's a comforting scent and I lay on his pillow for a few minutes .

My phone starts ringing and I know it's Zayn I smile as I answer but am surprised to hear Marks voice on the other end .
I had assumed it was Zayn because whenever I'm having a Zayn moment he's seems to ring at that perfect moment .
Way to kill my buzz ...

It's mark and he's coming over for a quick meeting here at the house on his way to a meeting . He'll be here in an hour so it just gives me enough time to shower and eat .

I'm sat at the breakfast bar eating cereal when the door bell rings , I run to let Mark in who is accompanied by Jules .

"Good to see your training on your day off " he comments noticing my racing attire .

"Haw haw .. When I do I not train" I reply sarcastically
"Maybe when your partying or galavanting across the globe with a certain boyband " he replies back with sarcasm .

"And you wouldn't be complaining about the publicity now would you ?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him as I pour them both a coffee .
Jules sniggers .

"It doesn't hurt , that's for sure " he points out toasting my coffee with his .
I roll my eyes at him and his PR ways .

"And don't forget I'm off the end of the month , Il be galavanting with the boyband " I tease and he laughs .

"So what's this about ? seemed important ?" I ask curiously sitting on the counter facing them .

"Well it is .. There's a charity auction on next week . people donate something for the cause whether it be a vintage bottle of wine exit .. It's for children in need and a really good cause and it's fun . its $10,000 a table of ten . Its good publicity " He explains

"Sounds really good ,and I mean the cause not mine , book a table of ten for us " I suggest
"Oh I did better than that . Your in the auction " he replies
I nearly spit my coffee across the kitchen .
"What ?" I ask shocked

"There's a few girls who are being auctioned off for the first dance . Just 5 minutes to the highest bidder . It's for fun " he sings cheerfully and I know it's for my amusement to put me on side .

"So your going to auction me off to the highest bidder and they get the first dance and first dance only ?" I ask again slowly and he nods

"Lets make sure that's me then " Zayn calls from behind me and it startles me .
He's leaning against the door frame with a fragment of a smile playing on his lips .
A newspaper tucked under his arm .

"I already have a table for ten booked for the event since word spread this morning on it " he adds but his expression is impassive and hard to read .
"Partners are off limits because where's the fun in that " Mark laughs and Zayn tilts his head as his eyes narrow in on him .
He's taken back by the comment .

"So your in ?" mark asks slugging back his coffee quickly while checking his watch .

I turn to see if Zayn's mood has lightened up and I can't tell .
It's only a bit of fun .