Something Wicked This Way Comes (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Nine

Niall Horan was debating calling Caledonia, he felt that something was wrong with her in his bones. Just as he was about to call his phone began to ring, and he looked down to see that it was an unknown number. Curious, he answered it with a ‘hello’.

            “Hello, is this Niall Horan of Hallow Hills?” A high pitched, British voice asked him formally.

            “Yes, who may I ask is calling?” Niall answered in the same formal tone.

            “This is Marcel Styles of the pack Sawyer, and advisor to Alpha Zayn Malik.” Marcel told him, he tries not to get flustered with the Irish accent on the other side of the phone.

            “Hello, Mr. Styles. I am the advisor for Alpha Louis Tomlinson. Why are you calling me?” Niall asked. Louis had just walked into his room and was leaning against the door frame, watching Niall curiously. He had heard Niall’s part of the conversation, and wanted to know what was going on. Niall noticed him standing there and waved him away with a smile. Louis nodded curtly and walked out, he knew of the protocol that all advisor’s followed religiously.

            “Zayn wants to set up a meeting between he and Louis.” Marcel tells him.

            “What is this regarding?” Niall asks Marcel. Niall pulls out the same book that Marcel had looked at earlier. He had heard of the Sawyer pack, it was similar in size to theirs, and it was in the same town Cal had moved to.

            “That is between Zayn and Louis.” Marcel tells him, and Niall has to huff. He hates when he has to lead Louis somewhere blind.

            “Where did Zayn have in mind to meet?” Niall asks him.

            “In Sawyer.” Marcel replied.

            “So let me get this straight? You want me to send my Alpha to your territory without even telling him what it is your Alpha wants to discuss?” Niall asks Marcel, sarcastically. Marcel almost chokes on his words. All of the other advisors he had ever spoken to had been nothing but nice and formal, but this Irishmen was rude beyond measure.

            “I told you what I know.” Marcel stutters. Niall snickers and rolls his eyes, despite that Marcel couldn’t see him.

            “Let me discuss this with my Alpha, and I will get back to you.” Niall tells him.

            “Time is a factor here, Mr. Horan.” Marcel tells impatiently. Niall felt a roll of anger burst through him.

            “And I will get back to you in a timely fashion, Styles. Expect a phone call in five minutes.” Niall hangs up the phone, leaving a very fuming Marcel Styles holding a phone to his ear two hours away.

            “Louis!” Niall called out, and Louis walked into his room.

            “What was that about?” Louis asked, he noticed that Niall was red faced with anger.

            “An Alpha by the name of Zayn Malik wants to have a meeting with you in Sawyer.” Niall tells him, and Louis sighs.

            “I’ve been expecting this since earlier today.” Louis tells Niall.

            “Why?” Niall wonders.

            “Harkin called earlier said she meta  Zayn Malik today at her new school and he wasn’t too fond of her.” Louis tells him.

            “Do they suspect she is different like we do?” Niall asks Lou, who shrugs.

            “Call back the advisor if I am to meet them in their territory I will pick the time. Tell them Friday at five. I will find him.” Louis tells Niall. Niall nods, and hits redial on his phone.

            “Hello?” The same voice answers.

            “Friday. Five. Louis will find Zayn.” Niall tells him hanging up the phone.

            Caledonia didn’t sleep during the night. Between the nightmares, and the realization she told Zayn Malik about her parents; she didn’t sleep at all. She jumped slightly when her alarm went off, and she drug her feet to the shower, feeling slightly hung over. After her shower, she got dressed in a purple knee length dress, tights to match, and pumps. Feeling good with her appearance, she walked down stairs to find, unsurprisingly, the house was empty.

            When she arrived at school, she saw a flash of purple running towards her and she felt her self being lifted off the ground.

            “Harkin! You are here in one piece!” Michael screamed and sat her down. Caledonia giggled, and playfully pushed him.

            “I am here, and fabulous!” She tells them. She notices that Luke and Calum are here too. “Hello, boys.” She tells them giving them a faux salute. Luke chuckled, and Calum cracked a smile.

            “So, Caledonia, you’ve only been here one day and you made Zayn Malik hate you. What are you going to do now?” Luke asks her in a mock reporter voice, holding a pretend microphone in her face. She laughs, and pushes Luke’s hand away.

            “Let’s go to class, yeah?” She tells them, and they make their way to science. She walked into class with the boys, and sees the Ashton is already there and reading like he was yesterday. She turns and sees a smile forming on Luke’s lips, and she wonders what going on with them. Luke saunters up to Ash’s desks, and sits on it.

            “When you leave before I wake up it makes me feel cheap.” Luke tells him. Ashton ignores him, and continues reading. “Fine, be that way. But I am truly hurt.” Luke tells him, with, what sounds like genuine hurt. Ashton looks up quickly from his book, and looks at Luke with wide eyes. Ashton brings Luke’s face close to his, and whispers something in his ear. A blush and small smile forms on Luke’s face, and he nods. A smug smile forms on Ashton’s face.

            “Well, well, well. Isn’t that cute?” A mocking voice rings out, and the boys and Caledonia turn to see Harry Styles, Zayn, and Marcel. Luke’s eyes narrow, and he puts a hand behind Ashton. Ashton turned to see who was talking and rolled his eyes, and went back to his book.

            “Yeah, it’s nice to be loved by someone, but you don’t know what that’s like do you, Malik?” Luke’s says. Zayn growls and takes a step towards Luke, but Michael steps in.

            “Move.” Zayn tells him, Marcel puts his hand on Zayn’s arm and Zayn shrugs it off.

            “Enough.” Caledonia tells the boys in front of her. She really doesn’t want to deal with this today. Michael looks at her, and nods. He gently grabs her arm and leads her to where their desks are. “You a’right?” She asks Luke, who smiles and nods. Caledonia reaches out and gently places her hand on Ashton’s back, and he looks up and grins.

            “Hey, Henry, sit somewhere else.” Zayn asks some random kid, who was sitting next to Cal. She rolled her eyes, and watches as Zayn sits next to her.

            “Cal. Cal. Cal.” Zayn whispers to her, halfway through the lesson.

            “Don’t call me that!” Caledonia snaps at him. Zayn smirks at her.

            “Callie.” He says, and Caledonia bites back a gasp. Callie is what her parents called her.

            “Please, don’t know call me that.” She begs, and Zayn sees the pain in her eyes.

            “We need to talk.” Zayn tells her.

            “I never want to talk to you again.” She spits at him. Zayn bites his tongue. If Caledonia wants to be like that, fine, but Zayn isn’t giving up at all.