dirty | collection of one shots.

underneath the chandelier

this one shot is based in the 60s where a troubled multimillionaire man finds comfort within his housemaid.

dedicated to AnisNatasya288

"HOW many times do I have to fuckin' tell explain that I don't give two shits about you?" Zayn shouted as he stood in front of this girl who has been driving him up the walls for the past seven months straight.

"You're suppose to care! We're engaged!" Shouted back the blue eyed girl who placed her hands on her tiny hips, she was fuming beyond means and she was also stressed out that this man wasn't taking her feelings into consideration.

"It's a fucking contract Serena. None of this shit is real, you're absolutely nothing to me. Did you forget that our managers set us up for publicity? Just for publicity, nothing else dammit. This is all temporary. And if you haven't realized yet, I don't really like you," Zayn spat.

"What do you want me to do Zayn?! Pretend like I don't have feelings for you? All the times we kissed or went out places..does that not mean anything to you?" Serena sniffs as she grew teary eyed.

"Let me get something through your thick skull," Zayn growled as he pointed a finger at the milky toned woman. "I will never ever have a relationship with you nor will I ever be committed to you in any kind of way. You got that?"

That's when he hurt her feelings the most and that's when she felt tears falling down her face, she had enough of his heartless and cold ways. She wasn't going to deal with him anymore, "Ug! I hate you!" With a stinging slap to his face she had pushed past him so she could leave this house.

Their arguments never got this bad, but this is what it came down to. Serena and Zayn were a fake couple that has been secretly "engaged" for seven months. It was for publicity and to boost their image. They shared a huge house and had to go out together just to make a scene. All they wanted was to create stories, have people take photos of them, end up in the newspapers, and have the country talking about them just so their reputation can be on the top of the food chain. The two of them were extremely rich and lived lavish lives, pretending to be happy—but it was bullshit.

Someone had cleared their throat which made Zayn turn around. He realized that it was his housemaid who stood there with a baggie of ice and a towel in her hands. Silently, she had guided him to sit down on the couch so she could take care of him.

"It's a bit swollen sir," the woman spoke softly as she examined the side of his face.

"Shit, ouch," he grimaced, moving away only to curse again when she gently pressed the icepack on his cheek.

"M'sorry," the maid apologizes.

"It's okay Ms. Davenport. Thank you," Zayn sighed out. He closed his eyes momentarily to take in all that has happened today, and from what has happened the last seven months of being with that devil of a girl.

"It's nothing. I'm always here to help, ya know?" Tia soothes.

Her American accent was very calm and sweet, making him feel warm in the inside, "You're the only one who has actually been keeping my sanity from being thrown at the window," he spoke fiddling with his fingers.

She laughs just a little bit, as she moved the icepack down his face, "Is that so?"

"Yeah. I'm close to losing it with her," he grumbles underneath his breath.

"I would lose it too. Sorry you have to deal with her," Tia actually felt sorry for this man. She always heard them arguing about petty shit and she knew how much she stressed him out because it was all on his face.