I'll Stay Babe (Zayn Malik)

Chapter No. 1: Ares

New story! Yay! It's a Zayn Malik Fanfic! The song is Some Nights by Fun which I love. It's just so upbeat :)

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Want to know the saddest part of my day? Three o'clock. That's when the ovens and stoves get turned off, tables scrubbed, dishes washed, floors mopped and sweeped, silverware put away, and ingredients put back in the fridge or cupboard. All of the lovely aromas of new dishes being made get wafted out by the fan on the wall and the smell of dish soap. I frowned, wiping down my cutting boards. Mona stood across from me on the other side of the table, drying off wet knives. 

"Cabret, was it?" she wondered, her eyes cast down on the steak knife she was wiping. She had come from the fashion department because they always finished early and she was helping me clean my station. I flipped my sponge over in order to scrub it.

"I think so. He never told you, did he?" I asked. She shook her head, her long straight black hair pulled into a low bun.

"No, no he did. I just can't remember for the life of me." she said, smirking. I snickered at her.

"You did only meet him yesterday and you were a bit tipsy." I told her, referring to our previous night at the pub.

"I wasn't! One drink and all of a sudden I must be drunk." she exclaimed, sarcasm evident in her voice. "I can hold my liquor unlike some Greek I know." she said, glancing up quickly and sly grin on her face. 

"I don't even drink." I told her. "Unlike some Indian I know." I mocked her, copying her reference to my ethnicity. She rolled her eyes.

"It's not like I drink 24/7. And he was more interested in talking about me then himself." she said. I bit my lip, trying to keep in the pervy thoughts. She knew me too well though. "Keep it to yourself, you inappropriate girl." We finished cleaning, saying goodbye to a few people and heading out of the building. 

"Dec's?" she asked me as we stepped into the oddly warm April air. Our friend Dec, or his full name Declan, lived a few blocks from here. I nodded.

"Sure. Can we grab some Starbucks first though?" I asked. 

"'Course. It's not like we are obsessed or anything." she said, sarcastically. I giggled, knowing full well we were. Starbuckies, not Beliebers. Our inside joke. We headed there, talking like usual. Mona, or full name Manisha, was from India (like said previously). She was born there but move here when she was about six so she had a normal accent and all. But she was gorgeous. She had the full blown Indian look: long black hair, dark skin, deep eyes, tall, and lean.

I was from Greece. I wasn't born there. I was born here in England in Brighton right on the coast. My family was there though. Both my parents were born there and I was semi-forced to learn some Greek to be able to communicate with them. I had the chocolate brown curls and coffee skin tone but my eyes were a honey sort of colour. I was kind of tall, 5'7 and if there was one thing that bothered me it was my height. It was hard to find nice and good looking boys who were taller than me. They usually were the same height. 

We turned a corner and found our usual Starbucks. It was kind of crowded though. Ignoring it, we headed in and waited in line to get our drinks.

"May I have a Tall Mocha Frappaccino, please?" I asked. The man nodded, turning to make our drinks.