Moan {HIATUS}

Working for Modest! (7)

Zayn~

He pulls the cigarette from my mouth, throws it to the ground, and smashes it with his boot. "They will give you cancer." He says as he lights his own.

"Hypocrisy can get you smacked." I mutter.

"What was that?" He gives me a look.

"Oh, nothing, Damon."

"Do not back talk me, Malik. I will make you regret the day you were born." He throws out the empty threat and I scoff.

"I already do, asshole." I cross my arms and look out at the view we have, sitting in this rooftop café.

"You give me a serious headache." He takes another drag, and as he blows out the smoke he rubs his temple with his free hand.

"Touché." I rest my forehead on the cool glass of the table we are sitting at.

"Would you like some good news Zayn?" He asks with a sickly sweet tone. I sit up, rub my forehead, and sigh.

"That'd be lovely." I know whatever he says won't be good, but I don't have the energy to fight him.

"I am now working for Modest! Management." He says with a clap of his hands.

"Fuck!" I lay my head back down on the table.

"Awe, I thought you would be more happy for me Zayn. We can see each other more often now! Even Lewis and Niall will get to meet me!" I shoot up out of my seat.

"Stay the fuck away from them! They have done nothing wrong!" I slap my palms on the table. "And it's LOUIS not fucking Lewis!"

"Ha! Goodbye Zayn. See you soon!" He gets up and before leaving, blows a puff of smoke in my face. I sit back down. I put my elbows on the table and rub my face. Damon is now part of my management. He has even more control over my life. He is an American pain-in-my-ass. He just makes me so angry.

I get a spurt of uncontrollable anger and I stand up and push everything on the table to the floor. It all clatters nosily and the few patrons up here stare. I pull out my wallet, without looking at what it is I place a note on the table, and walk away. This is not good, this is really super badly not good. I need to call Liam.

"We are in deep shit, Payne."

"Oh god, what have you done?"

"Nothing! I am not the one who hired him onto the management team." I shout as the elevator I am currently in travels downward.

"Fucking hell. This bastard has ruined so fucking much! Who the hell does he think he is? Damn it!"

"I don't think I have ever heard you curse that much in one sentence."

"Not funny Zayn! This isn't fucking funny!" The suddenly his voice gets softer. "What? No babe, it's nothing, go back to the bedroom. I will be there soon! And take my boxers off! That's an unfair sexual advantage!"

"Liam?" He only hums in response. I can imagine him now. Leaning against his counter, biting his thumb nail, watching where the person went off, in deep thought. "Liam!"

"Uh, yea?"

"Okay, I am interrupting some sexual conquest of yours so I will call back later. Be careful, you don't know if there are cameras." I warn him.

"She's not a sexual conquest, she is my girlfriend. Stop being a dick."

"She brings out your potty mouth, Mr. Payne. Wait, or is that me?" I ask with a snicker.

"Shut up, shut the hell up." Then he clicks off the line.

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