Violent Seduction |ZM Fanfic|

Two

I was sitting at the edge of the bridge, feeling the cold breeze of the air. My sketchpad on my lap and a pencil in my hand.

"Zayn, we have something to discuss." Ben summoned, breaking the sweet silence. I compiled my things and threw them inside my bag 

I catched up with his footsteps, since he was walking too fast. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked, causing him to turn to me. He curved up a smirk and say "I'm not the one who has a problem. You have." I shifted my weight uneasily. "I don't understand."

"You screwed up a lot while shooting the video. In other words, you are not focusing on what you're going to do. This is the first time that you made a lot of mess. Are you really Zayn Malik or what?" He said, emphasizing his words. 

I always think about this girl in my dreams. Every once in a while my guts is bothering me to search for her. That's why sometimes I always get too carried away.

"Sorry, Ben." Griefully, I apologized.

Ben sighed and say "We'll shoot the video again on Saturday. Don't be late. And promise me that you'll do better this time. Try to keep your mind focused." I nodded in response.

I made my way to the pavilion, where Harry invited us for dinner.

As I got into the place, I saw our table being served with several waiters. Liam, finally, fixed his gaze on mine and waved hello. Niall, Harry and Louis, as well, copied his actions.

"What took you so long? We've been waiting for you for half an hour already." Harry, on the other side, offering me a seat. and giving me an inviting, exquisite warm smile. 

"Nevermind that."

In the midst of my eating, my phone buzzed. "Hold on I need to take this." They all nodded in response. 

"Mr. Malik! Your room was ransacked! It must've been an intruder! You need to go home right at this instance!"

"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." 

Unfortunately, an urgent phone news was spoken through a phone call.

"Guys, one of my maids called and she said that my bedroom was ransacked." I grimaced, catching their attention.

"Maybe it was the girl who left her bra under your bed, Zayn." Niall laughed hysterically. Liam nudged him , demanding him to stop.

I cleared my throat. "Niall, as I said a while ago there is no bra under my bed!" I said, almost shouting at him. 

"Then why did I saw one?" He furrowed his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

I ignored his statement and grabbed my bag. "I need to go." We all waved our goodbyes simultaneously. Except for Niall, who's basically focused on his food.

I seriously don't bear any grudges towards Niall. He's one of my bestest mates. I don't want us to fight. We may have a tantrum between the two of us, but everything will get back to its normality sooner or later.

As I got home, two of my maids approached me.

"Woah, calm down you two. Tell me what happened."

"We do not know exactly what happened, sir. I tempted to clean you bedroom. When I stepped inside, I was dumbfounded because all of your things are scattered. But don't worry boss, everything's cleaned.And by the way I found these under your bed." I heedfully listened to her explanation. Isa, my maid, handed me a striped bra and a silver necklace. "Thanks"

So I guess Niall's right about everything need to make things right for both of us.

My room was squeaky clean. I can't even notice what part of my room was ransacked. I gathered my things and put them on my study table. I took of my shirt, since I need to freshen up before I go to sleep.

As I opened the door, I saw a woman's silhouette behind the shower curtais. Ruffling her hair with her bare hands. I crept closer to the direction of her figure. I didn't tempt to open the curtains. People need their own privacy. I turned around when I heard a quick opening sound from behind me. Infront of me is a gorgeous woman. Brunette, glassy green eyes and a perfect figure for a woman's body. I pursed my lips and looked down. Something's telling me that I've seen her before. I know her but she doesn't know me. A lump formed in my throat. Finally, I had the guts to talk. I know her. I've seen her before.

"Emerald Carlisle."