One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3,

Zayn's POV

No, I did not get drunk... Just a little. Not enough drinks to give me a hangover, that is. I don't want to release this next album at all! It's too sappy and lovable and stupid. Here's the cold truth: RELATIONSHIPS SUCK! They never work out and the love only exists during sex. The girl has insecurities about this, that, and the other, and the boy just wants to live a little. Not a good combination!

The music on my radio ended abruptly and they started talking about my "spaz attack" yesterday. Americans and their idiotic slang! I hate every country, even my own.

My phone buzzed and I read the text message from Paul.

"Call me now," it read and I dialed his number.

"What do you want?" I growled when he picked up the phone.

"You said that you wanted to get away from the cameras, right?" he paused. "Modest! and I have come to an agreement, we decided on moving you away from the fame-"

"Is this a gift from God?" I mumbled, including the sarcasm.

"Zayn, we are moving you to a place where the paparazzi will never assume you are. We're changing your appearance, name, and attitude," Paul explained and I groaned.

"I'm not playing any mind-games with you, Paul. I'm not agreeing to anything-"

"Too late. The rest of the boys are fine with taking time off so that you can turn your life around," Paul stated and I shrieked.

"YOU DID WHAT?" I hollered and he laughed to himself.

"I'll be meeting you in an hour," he said before hanging up on me.

Is this some sort of sick joke? I'm not moving anywhere! I literally just said that I hate every country, so moving is not my cup of tea. I checked the clock, noon... It's wine o'clock somewhere! Those words were all it took for me to down a bottle of beer down my throat to give me the boost that I needed.

When Paul arrived, so did Lou Teasdale (our tour hair and makeup stylist), Caroline Watson (our tour wardrobe stylist), and another woman that looked around my age. She had skin-tight black leggings on and a crop top. Her hair was a mixture of blonde and black, and I just about popped my eyes out of their sockets upon her arrival.

"Hello," she greeted me. "I'm Chantal, the assistant," she giggled.

"Hey, you probably already know who I am," I smirked and she frowned.

"I'm thinking green contacts, and light brown hair-"

"Excuse me?" I interrupted Lou in her work and Caroline ignored me.

"We're going to give him a whole new wardrobe with sweater vests and-"

"EXCUSE ME?" I spat and they chatted amongst themselves while I gasped at each syllable tumbling from their lips.

"Zayn, sit back and relax," Chantal whispered before crawling onto my lap, wavering her hips against my upper legs.

"Call me when you're done," Paul exclaimed before piling into his car and driving away.

Lou set up her portable equipment that attached to my sink and washed my hair. Chantal was working magic as she massaged my feet and shoulders. I like Chantal... I really like Chantal. She's got a nice pair of breasts and a clunky ass, which is perfect for me.

After Lou was done my hair, she reached for scissors and snipped away at my hair, put hair die in it, and rinsed it out.

My hair looked like fucking Louis'.

"What the hell-"

"I'm not done," she barked and snipped away, giving me Liam's hair instead... Great...

"You're so tense," Chantal hazily whispered in my ear and I relaxed. Her hands rubbed up and down my chest and I exhaled a deep breath of air that I had been holding in for a long time.

Lou had thought ahead and ordered me green contacts and showed me exactly how to properly rinse them if need be and all that shit.

"Why do I need to do this shit?" I asked for the hundredth time.

"To understand," Caroline said and handed me a yellow sweater vest with green checkers.

"Go to hell," I screamed at her before leaving the room and trying it on. I LOOK AWFUL!

I walked out and they all clapped their hands with joy. No, not happening. I removed the shirt and threw it to the ground, kicking it at Caroline's feet.

"Anything, but that," I snarled and she shrugged, this time handing me a blue vest with red checkers.

"Can we meet in the middle-"

"No," all three of them said in unison. They gave me dress shirts to wear and twenty-four different sweater vests. I was allowed to wear jeans, and I wasn't going to push for anything other than that.

Paul came back towards the end and sat down in a chair across from me.

"Zayn, we have a few rules..." he began and I cursed him out. He took my phone off of the table and smashed it under his foot.

"What the fuc-"

"Rule number one: No contact with anyone," Paul explained and I gaped.

"What if something goes wrong?" I whined.

"You will have my number, but if anyone asks about me, I am your father. End of story," Paul answered and decided to continue. "Rule number two: You are not to tell anyone about your past or anything! Fake an accent, fake a past, I don't care what you have to do. Nobody can know you are Zayn Malik-"

"They will recognize your tattoos, so that is why you are to wear long sleeves," Caroline added and I frowned.

"In the middle of summer?"

"Or cover it up with makeup, Lou will provide the necessities for that," Paul stated and Lou nodded. "Rule number three-"

"How many rules are there?" I rubbed my face in frustration, but Paul continued.

"Stay away from reporters and cameras. It only takes one little story in a newspaper for the Hollywood paparazzi to come and find you," Paul explained and I nodded.

"Your name is Zack Higgins and a college graduate majoring in french," Paul finished and I crinkled my nose.

"I hate that name and I can't speak a word of french," I complained and Caroline sighed.

"This is for you, not us," Lou argued and I groaned. I waited a very long time before thinking if I would go through with their plan. It may be too late now, but I'll do it for a while, then I'm coming back to London.

"How long will I be isolated?" I voiced my thoughts and Chantal clapped her hands together with joy.

"The summer-"

"I AM NOT GIVING UP MY SUMMER FOR THIS LAME IDEA!" This is stupid! Who would do that?

"Great, plane leaves tomorrow morning at five A.M. and I expect to see you loading into that plane," Paul smiled and I raised an eyebrow.

"Plane? I'm not flying privately-"

"Normal people take regular flights. Please shave every day, it makes you look younger," Lou harshly shouted and I sighed.

"Where am I going?" I growled and Paul chuckled to himself.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out."

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Notes:

EEEEEEEKKKK! It's getting good so far... I think.

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