Fighting Against All Odds (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Eleven - Too much in a day.

Big Red building. The office/store of MYRA. 

'Here we are,' I say. 

Inside the building, warmth blankets us, something about it felt like home, somehow. 

Maybe that's partly because I designed the floor.  

The helpers move around, clad in jeans/leggings, and a purple dress; their uniform. The big logo of the line, MYRA, faces us in big red letters, in the font Sophistication. 

We walk through the store, and pictures of me are all around.  

Yes, I modelled for MYRA as well. After all, its my dad's company. 

'You're everywhere.' Zayn utters. 

We go inside the lift, and press the button to the 13th floor. That's where all the offices are.  

The 13th floor is very unlike the 1st. Crisp white walls, very little color. Its like you're in another universe. 

We take a left, a right, and a left, passing by sharply-dressed people, in whites, greys and blacks. Bo-ring. 

I stop in front of the door. 

'Zayn...go back.' 

'But...tell me why?' 

I shoot him a look. 'You know why.' 

He nods, understanding and leaves, back to the 1st floor. 

I walked through the door.  

'Dad?' 

Dad turns around and looks at me. Bloodshot eyes, under-eye bags, disshelved hair, untucked shirt, and oh, that stink. 

'Dad.' I repeat. 

'Oh....hey beta.' 

'Dad, what is this?' 

'Nothing. Jaao. (go)' 

'Papa. You need to come home.' 

He remained silent. 

'Papa! Kya hua?!' I couldn't bear it. What was his problem? 

'Maybe...' 

'Kya maybe? Kya?!' I was so frustrated. 

'Maybe, I'll come home.' 

A glimmer of hope sparked inside, and I left the office. The tears fell down, as I made my way to the 1st floor. 

Through blurred eyes, I find Zayn and I fall onto him. His scent guided me towards him. 'Myra,' he says, stroking my hair, and rubbing my back, 'What happened?' 

I shake my head, and let him wipe my tears. 

'I'm gonna cheer you up,' He smirked. He took out his phone. 'Selfie time,' he winked. Oh so sexy. 

We clicked some photos, standing infront of the graffiti wall design in the store, where no one was. He definitely made me laugh.  

Then, suddenly, he kissed me on the cheek, leaving me shocked. But he left me no time to think. 

'Sexy, I'll get you a drink.' said Zayn and he dashed off. 

I touched the spot where he kissed me with cold fingers. I rubbed the spot, as if it were something to be treasured. 

I went through some clothes, in the 'Sophisticated' section, when someone tapped my shoulder. Without turning back, I say, 'Zayn...' And then I turned back, to find not Zayn, but someone else.

Aditya. 

'Heyyyyy Myra darling!!' He exclaimed, shaking my shoulders. 

'Hey,' I muttered, in shock. What was he doing here? 

'I missed you sooo much!'  

I didn't. I wish he were gay. 

'Look at you, babe! Flawless.' He said, his green eyes sparkling. If Zayn said this, I'd have kissed him without any further thought. Where is Zayn? 

'You look hot!' He says, stressing the 't', and gives me a rude hug. 

'Aditya...get off.' I plead. 

'I can't leave you.' 

'You have to,' I say through gritted teeth. Tears are already in my eyes for the second time in an hour. 

'Babe,' He whispers and his hands slide down my waist. 

Suddenly, he's pulled back, and slapped hard on the cheek. 

'What the-' He exclaims. 

'Fuck,' Zayn finishes for him, 'Fuck off, you bastard.' 

Aditya gives him a warning look, and runs off. 

I fall into Zayn's arms, and cry, yet again.  

'Let's get you home, love.' 

And I'm safe in his arms.

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A/N - Hey!! Hope you're having a great year! 

Who's Aditya? We'll get to know later. ;)

I'm in lovvveeee with My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. Epic song.

Love,

V. xoxo