Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 79. Live.

Chapter 79

Mia's POV

Papers and magazines sales were presumably skyrocketing with the latest gossip. Zayn and I were such sources of the juicy news. And it's only been a day.

All thanks to their stupid, moronic, idiotic scheme, everything about our private life was about to be exposed.

Since I wasn't a big user of Twitter or other social media sites other than Instagram, I pretty much ignored everything that was going on. Until my father called me the morning after the first day of the big news.

What did he tell me?

Well, it had something to do with Zayn and something about an interview. An interview with Zayn being televised live nationally.

Live.

So if I messed up, it couldn't be edited out. That's what was terrifying about going on air.

Rather than train me or allow me to get used to the work environment, my father requested that I settle everything with Zayn first. By settle he meant, talk to the reporters with a smile on my face and pretend we were the happiest couple on earth.

It sounded like hell to me.

Zayn and I were far from happy. There were so many things about our relationship that was confusing. Not only confusing, but hurtful. Whatever we had, it was frustrating, like a ticking bomb about ready to burst if I didn't snip the right colored wire.

That uncertainty about Zayn - I never had an issue with it until now. Especially since he was my 'fiancé'.

The interview was set at ten, meaning I had an hour to get ready before we left. Unfortunately we had to arrive together so Zayn was picking me up. Supposedly that was what engaged couples did - they always did things together. They were inseparable. As opposed to Zayn and I .. I didn't know if we were close as we used to be.

I knew I still cared for him. But did I love him less than before?

The thought of losing my love for him, it sickened me. To even be considering it made me hate myself.

Falling out of love with Zayn. Was that even a possibility at this point?

Being without him was an unimaginable feeling. But when I looked at the bigger picture, our relationship seemed stuck. Like we were going nowhere, not forward nor backwards. And since I've never been a relationship before, this was all new territory. And it scared me.

Since my phone was still broken, and back at the country home, might I add, I didn't have any means of communication. So my father had one sent to me this morning - an iPhone 5. It was way lighter and slimmer than my 4 yet I loved my old phone, it contained all my photos, all my personal things but who was I to complain about getting a new one.

While in the middle of putting on one of the chiffon dresses Winnie bought me the other day, I heard a few footsteps approach from behind. When I turned around, he was there, in khaki skinnies and a black graphic tee, gaping at me.

"Hey! Look away!" I shouted at Zayn who immediately turned around, in complete shock. "Don't you know how to knock?!"

I scurried over to the bathroom, quickly locking the door, as I tried to collect myself.

"Sorry! I thought you'd be dressed!" From his tone I could tell he was enjoying this. "I don't see why you're so self conscious. You look perfectly fine."

I rolled my eyes at his no good timing compliment. How the hell did he get in my room in the first place?

I didn't even want to know.