“Morning, babe,” Zayn says as I open my eyes, it feels like I’m in a giant cloud in this bed. Zayn is standing at the end of the bed, sadly, putting a shirt on. I sit up and look around.
“What time is it?” I ask rubbing my hands over my face.
“9,” he answers simply, “I’m taking you out for breakfast, then we have someone new to meet, Mikey recruited her the other day so we have to check her out,” he says and I nod.
“Where’s the closet?” I ask looking around, not seeing one.
“Upstairs,” he answers simply
“Ok-wait, what?” I ask confused
“Um, well, you know how I said I didn’t know what you wanted?” he says and I nod slowly, “Well, since we don’t have to worry about money, because, well, ya know, I decided to buy most of the store, and your closet is upstairs in one of the guest rooms that I converted into your closet,” he answers.
“You bought me a fucking store?” I ask my mouth dropping.
"Well, not all of it, just most of it,” he answers slipping on jeans, “So are you going to go look at it?” he asks
“Yeah, where are we going for breakfast?” I ask and he shrugs.
“Probably a diner,” he says
“Okay, well I can’t match clothes worth shit, so can I call Roxy?” I ask
“Why are you asking me to call her?” he asks
“Because I don’t have my phone, they took it,”
“Right, here,” he pulls out his phone and hands it to me. I find her contact and press the call button.
“Malik?” he answers.
“Hey, Rox, it’s me,” I say
“Oh, hey, Adi,”
“Hey so I need your help…”
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“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask looking in the mirror once again. Zayn wasn’t kidding when he said he bought me a store, the guest room was obviously already carpeted, he put a large ottoman in the middle and then a bunch of rolling clothes holders around the room to hold all the clothes.
“Yes you look great,” she smiles lightly from behind me in the mirror. I was wearing tight, ripped skinny jeans, a light pink crop top, with a black leather jacket over top of it and black heels. It was out of my comfort zone, I never wore this stuff normally, and I’m surprised Zayn picked it up for me, since he said jeans and sweatshirts, but hey, it’s cute.
“Okay, whatever you say, Roxy,” I say turning around and taking my hair out of the bun, it was already in some pretty lose curls that looked okay enough to go into public.
“Now enjoy,” she says her voice cracking slightly
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look good,” I say not meaning to offend her, “you’re pale, and you have dark circles under your eyes and your voice, I think you need to go to the doctor,” I say and she shakes her head.
“No, I’m sure it’s just the flu or something,” she smiles.
“Okay, well I’m going to go downstairs,” I say and she nods.
“I’m going to head back over,”
“You can stay here you know,” I say and she nods
“I know, but honestly, it’s so cool over there, it’s amazing, and Liam is amazing,” she smiles
“You have a thing for Liam?” I ask and she shakes her head.
“No, psshtt, okay maybe, he’s really hot though,” she says and I laugh nodding.
“Now go! You’re going to be late,” she pushes me out the door; I almost trip on the heels.
“Dear God,” I groan, walking down the hallway. I stare down at the stairs, “If I die, it’s your fault, Roxy,” I say taking my first step, the heels clicking against the wooden stairs as I walk slowly down the stairs. There’s a reason I never wear heels, I’m terrified I’m going to like fall and kill myself or something, that’s a little exaggerated but it’s still scary.
“Zayn?” I call stepping into the kitchen.
“In here!” he calls. I hear the front door shut signaling that Roxy had left and I follow where Zayn had called me from, our bedroom.
“You look amazing,” he says as I step into the bedroom.
“Thanks,” I smile at the ground blushing.
“You ready?” he asks and I nod, “Oh wait, I got you this,” he says handing me a square box. I smile ripping off the paper.
“You got me a phone?” I ask staring at the white box in my hand.
“I got it while you were in there, and I was going to give it to you tonight, but I couldn’t wait,” he smiles and I wrap my arms around him tightly.
“I love you so much, you know?” I say kissing his cheek, “You can help me do this later, I’m hungry!” I say grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room.
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“Mikey!” Zayn yells as we walk into the main of the storage units which they call the alley. I don’t know why. Zayn said they named everything, and each one has a meaning and most of them relate to us or me.
“Malik,” Mikey says jogging up to us.
“Where’s the recruit?” Zayn asks.
“I told her to wait in the room for you,” he says and Zayn nods at him. We walk past him and back up the stairs to the top level. We pass through a few more corridors before reaching a storage unit marked ’220’
“Okay this girl is the youngest we have ever taken, younger than Mikey was. She has nowhere to go, and she only has an older sister who hates her. So that’s where we’re at,” he says and I nod.
“What if she’s undercover for the cops?” I ask and he shakes his head.
“Mikey knows better than to betray us, if he didn’t think she was clear, he wouldn’t have sent her here,” he answers and I nod, “Now are you ready?” I nod and he opens the door. I follow him in and take a glance at the girl.
“Jessie?”
(A/N)
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