Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Twenty Three

Lindsay's Point Of View

Zayn and I haven't spoken a word since he last yelled at me. The way he raised his voice scared me to the bones. I didn't have any way to respond to that. One, I was afraid of how shaky my voice would come out. Secondly, I didn't know what to say. What was there to say?

The pilot had just came into the room, telling us that we were about to descend the plane. The engine roared loudly as I buckled myself into the seat. Zayn continuously glanced over at me, looking as if he wanted to say something. But he never did. And that left me in a depressed mood. 

As the plane lowered, it seemed that I became more nervous. My palms started to sweat and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to block out the light headiness I was sure to get. It only lasted for about five minutes before I felt the impact of the wheels it made with the ground. All my worries washed away, and I gladly unbuckled myself and stood up. Grabbing my carry-on quicklly, I checked the time on my phone. It was just around 9, due to the time difference here in California.

The next few days were planned for me. Tomorrow was the premiere for Iron Man, and I'd be going alone. But before that I'd be shopping for clothing, fabrics, and other materials for the photo shoot since I was so behind. In a week, I'd like to start taking pictures of the boys. Monday was my day off, and I would sadly be spending it alone again in my hotel room. Sewing and stitching everything that I need. I already have a good idea on what I want for each boy.

Then you have Tuesday, the dreaded interview with Ellen. A part of me hopes that it'll be two separate interviews, but I know deep down inside that it won't. Hopefully by Wednesday I'll be back home in the comfort of Brian, and everything will be okay again. I hope.

Back at the office, I had assigned a few of my employees to get the set up and ready for when we all came home. The sooner the better. At this moment, they should already have the location picked out. And next is to get background items and such. I had fallen so far behind with my visit to England and hanging out with Zayn, I had pushed it off for so long. I only hope that it will be ready in time. I don't want my job on the line.

Walking down the stairs that led to the earth, I let out air I had been holding once I stood on it. Planes were my worst nightmare. Ross was already out and ready for me, carrying my luggage in his one hand. Zayn was probably behind me, gathering up his stuff, but I had no desire to wait for him. Not after the little fiasco we had only a few short hours ago.

There were two separate black vehicles. Anne was standing outside of one, and no surprise Annie was standing beside the other. It looked like Zayn and I would be driving separately today. Anne tried to welcome me with a wide smile. Probably glad to see that Zayn wasn't with me, attached to the hip. But I only glared at her, opening the trunk for Ross before climbing into the very back. The driver started the car, and as we were leaving, I saw a very pained Zayn talking to Annie. His jaw was clenched, and his adam's apple was bobbing up and down. What could they be possibly be talking about now? 

"Lindsay, pay attention! I want to explain a few things to you," Anne's voice piped in. I never noticed it before, but I could see Anne being the bossy bitch back in high school. Her voice was high and squeaky, and it just appeared annoying to me now. 

"Tomorrow you can go shopping and sight seeing for the photo shoot. I'm sure you know that you will be accompanying yourself. Zayn will be out with Perrie." She was scrolling through her phone while saying this. "We have your dress back at the hotel, and you'll also have your own room. I set up a sewing machine for you, also." 

Once she glanced up at me for a reaction, I realized that she was probably expecting a thank you. But after her strict discussions, I can't say that to her anymore. "Tomorrow night, you need to stay far away from Zayn. If you see him on the carpet, go the opposite way. We don't need anymore rumors."