What Is Love - Zayn Malik

Chapter 29

Zayn's POV:

I can't focus on the fashion show, since my mind is only running back to the old memories. Aliyah, an angel that was sent from above for me to fix my life. However, I wasn't given enough time to do anything, to love her and to treat her the way she deserved to be.

'Sir, how do you like the show so far?' I was knocked back to reality when James asked me about the show.
'Yeah, it looks fine, as far as nothing goes wrong.' I replied not really paying attention to the models on the ramp.

'Oh my god! Who is she? Is she even a model? Why isn't she moving?'

Those words caught my attention and so I quickly turned to the ramp to see who they were talking about. My eyes landed on this one girl who was standing right in front of me. She was wearing a long white bridal gown, with her hair down. She looked very innocent and very familiar - although she looked scared, she was crying and shaking.

That's when I realized what the people were trying to say.

She's not a model.

What the actual fuck? Who is she and why is she here to ruin my show? I stared at her with pure anger, shooting daggers in her direction - soon she looked around in the crowd probably looking for someone, and her eyes landed on me.
In a blink of an eye she turned...
and wait what?
Before she would fall and get injured, I quickly moved forward and as if on cue she landed in my arms, bridal style.
'Ahhhh' she hissed in pain. She held me tight around my neck and shut her eyes.

My eyes scanned her up and down, trying to figure out who she is and what was she trying to do. Her fingers were tracing the back of my neck gently. However, her eyes were still shut. I think this was an act out of nervousness. Soon enough the thought of her ruining my show flooded back to my mind.

Did someone send her here to ruin my show? Was this the opposition's planning? Is she an agent of some sort of company trying to compete with me?

' Who are you?' I asked her in a bitter tone - and that's when she finally opened her eyes. She stared at me tears streaming down her eyes and not even a single word left her mouth. Soon, her eyes shifted from my eyes to my lips and then they scanned my entire face. Once I realized that she's not going to reply to me anytime soon, I put her down, hard enough for her to hit her head against the edge of the ramp although James came on time and held her which stopped her from tripping again.

'Get the hell out of here! James make sure to lock her up in a room and don't let her leave until she tells you who sent her here, now go!' This show had to be the best, but she ruined it - no matter what but she will be punished.
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Ayesha's POV:

As I fell into his arms, I closed my eyes shut. I didn't know who he was or what he was doing, I just know that he saved me. My breathing was uneven - although I could inhale his fragrance. He smells like cigarettes and mint. I don't know what kind of a mixture was that but it definitely was good.

I wonder what the people are thinking; I'm such an embarrassment for everyone. I ruined the Malik's fashion show. Why did it have to be me?

Soon he spoke, and I swear I felt like my heart stopped for a micro second.
'Who are you?' His voice stern and deep. I quickly opened my eyes to see who he was, and apparently he's the mid 20s guy I saw in the crowd, no wonder why his voice is so stern. He looks scary in a good way, I don't even know if that makes sense.