Baby Steps (Z.M) Book One✔

~36~

"Management gives what the audiences wants to see, Sky"

Zayn assured his statement probably for the fourth time in his most casual voice. I could easily picture him scratch the back of his neck while he probably man spread across a couch and gloomliy stare into the distance.

But just like a jealous girlfriend, I had my doubts on his reference and squinted straight towards the sealing as if I was starring at Zayn instead.

"Do you happen to also have a keychain with my initials, Malik?".

He snorted and I rolled my eyes.

"Babe, your jealousy is cute and I am very much enjoying the fact of you probably frowning with an adorable pout" he said, "But you have to believe me when I tell you that its all fake in the big screen".

"I don't look like a five year old" I protested, "And you can tell management to fuck off".

I herd Zayn strike a very amused laugh, it was charming and husky that classified it as sexy. It made me bite down the fan girl, passionate sigh because I was supposedly upset and I didn't want to brake character so easily. He always made me struggle with my so called 'strong ego' and instead I turn into gello, willingly surrendering to his dominant person like if encouraging an addiction.

"You are such an ass"

"Ouch"

"Yeah, enjoy it fuck boy".

"I'm not a fuck boy" he incredulously said.

"Its more than obvious you are" I told him.

He chuckled, "Why is that?".

I sighed, it came out deep and tired. I wasn't mad anymore because for some reason he made everything seem much better. It was like making the infection of a cut go away and you are only left with an apealing sensation. Oddly, I did feel a little annoyed to see how cocky he could be when usually it would instantly turn me on since I found him so attracted towards him.

"You have got to stop being so selfish. You know exactly what I mean" I smirked.

"Okay, okay. I get it" Zayn assured me in a amused chuckle and I smiled proudly for making him feel bad.

There was a long pause after. Simply hearing our steady breath through the line, imagining what he looked like right now because it was all I could manage think about. He was probably tired, his hair begining to loose the stiffness from the many times he has passed his hand through. Dreamy eyes, soft dry lips and shrugged shoulders. I bit my lip.

"I miss you".

Zayn must of smiled, he chuckled softly, "I miss you more baby girl".

It was that magic word that triggered my emotions. I had totally forgotten how desperate I felt and now, it started to consume me once again. I wanted him so badly, a simple hug would do a trick.

"When will I see you?" I asked him, in a low and pleading voice of a child.

He took a deep breath, a very tired one that totally made me realize what his answer was going to be.

"I don't know. I am back in london and I doubt management would let me come back so soon".

Yep, I gussed it.

"You are slowly killing me you know that?".

"That makes two of us".

"I doubt you are agonizing like me" I assured him.

"How would you know?" Zayn said.

"Have you seen yourself on the television? On the news, on any celebrity channel you are poping like a Jack in a box" I told him, "and the worst part is, someone is using my position which kills me even more".

Zayn took for the second time, a long pause as he probably admitted to himself that I was right. My words couldn't be more accurate that I could even imagine him close his eyes in guilt and regret. 

"You need to understand that she is only a beard" Zayn mused.

"I don't care, I still hate her Zayn".

"I get it. But I can't really do much about it, c'mon now. You know this Sky".

I shrugged and rolled my eyes in fustration, "why can't you for once try to be on my shoes and put yourself to think for just a sec".

"What are you talking about. I always think and care about your feelings".

"Not good enough and its totally vaild" I mused.

"Whats that suppose to mean?".

"You are much more important than me, its obvious I am just a useless potato sack aside you".

"What? Of course not!" he protested, "my fame doesn't justify anything, I am as normal as you behind it Skylar"

"But in the outside, I am as invisible as air and thats my issue. I can't stand seeing her take all my credit"

"She isn't".

"Yes she is!".

"Why you making a big deal about this?!"

That minute, I felt so offended. Zayn must of wanted to take it back to hear how quiet I suddenly went. Believe me, I felt my cheeks boil.

"How is that even a question Zayn?".

"Sky, I didn't mean-".

"Please, answer"

He took a deep breath, "It came out wrong. I just wish you could see how she is just role playing and not hogging your position".

"Well I don't want her playing my part Zayn.".

"You think I dont?".

"I honestly dont know anymore".

"Sky please-"

"What on earth has gotten into you?"

It was a women's voice. A very thin and classy voice that appeared to have an elegant ascent. For a momment I innocently fell for it and didn't worry who it was but then to hear how silent Zayn had gotten, my lightbulb immediately lite.

I clutched the phone ever so tightly that my knuckles when instantly white as I memorized her voice.

Gigi.