The Fashion Of His Love [English]

Chapter I

And there he went, the future heir to all Smith’s magazine empire on his sumptuous convertible red-apple-coloured BMW with the top exposed. Liam Smith, son of the ex-model and now owner and founder of the greatest and most influential magazine of the world Amanda Smith, her too spoilt only child. He wasn't famous just for being son of who he was but also for having an exquisite taste in clothes, art and trends. The boy all the girls wanted and who had over four million followers on Twitter, especially female followers because, owing to his perfectly proportioned body with no exaggerated muscles, his height and his British features, he was the image of different clothing brands, perfumes and bathing suits. It was also said that he was inherited his mother’s beauty which, at her time, had had the success his son is having now as well. However, she had gained all of it by the sweat of her brow; and although Liam was talented, a large part of his fame in the world of fashion was due to his mother.

All the family was happy with the new house Amanda had bought on the outskirts of London. Especially the “Taylors kids”, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde girl whose elegance and demeanor were seen miles away; the big fashion magazines and television shows referred to her as “The Smith Princess”, for her moves and delicate way of dressing had such a United Kingdom royalty effect. They were not so wrong though: she belonged to fashion royalty. She was daughter of Amanda’s older brother who had passed away a few years ago at the hands of a terrible disease that her ex-wife had caused him for her constant infidelity. Taylor had lived with Amanda since always; and even when her father lived, she spent all of her time next to her lovely aunt. She was now more than her right hand in the magazine barely at nineteen years old.

On the other side, there was Tania, the smallest and most spoilt child of Smith family, the girl with canine characteristics at her barely twelve years old, Liam’s favorite and the apple of his eye. She was Amanda’s niece daughter, a Liam and Taylor’s cousin, a businesswoman who traveled all around the world which was the reason why Tania was always taken care by Smith’s; and her dad was as busy and traveled along with her wife. Everyone had that kind of success thanks to their last name, Smith. Thanks to it, everyone who had that last name was quickly associated to Smith’s magazine, everything because of Amanda. And she was glad to help anybody.

Far away from luminous life and Smith’s, from millions and fashion royalty, there was a modest boy named Zayn Malik, who lived in a very humble house at London, in the poorest neighbourhoods of the city centre where almost no one could live because of the terrible situations in which the place was found. This boy was owner of a superhuman beauty: his Pakistani and British descendants had made a truly fascinating combination. He was alone in the world, his grandmother had died a couple of years ago, his parents had left under her care and well, the only person who he can live with was his aunt, Smith’s cook. He had deserted studies for he had not enough resources to pay even a public school. Now he had a job, which he was pretty good at, as a waiter in a bar just for women.

- Can I take your order? – Zayn asked the girls he had already given the menu.

- You come with the menu, handsome? – asked a black-haired girl. She was very appealing. He had no problem with flirting with her, but his job do not allow him to get intimately closer to clients.

- I’m afraid no. – he smiled seductively – but maybe I’ll be able after work.

- Here’s my number, then. – the girl wrote her phone down on a pink napkin, and gave it to Zayn. He didn’t say he had no cellphone because he was ashamed he was going to get rejected; and although nobody had ever rejected him before, he didn’t want this to be the exception. He smiled and saved her number in his shirt.

- So this is the idiot you've been cheating on me with! – a raging voice shouted from the place's door. Zayn turned around to see what was happening, and it was such a surprise to him when he saw that the yelling man came to the table he was at, and everyone turned around by inertia as well.