Zayn/S1/His POV/Episode 3
"I'm sorry I blamed you, even though you had a good reason for what you did," Natalie says from the doorway.
"Oh, that? It doesn't matter."
Natalie has come to apologize after she finds out the real circumstances behind the other woman who was sold at auction.
"It does matter. It's important to know what others think of you. Sooner or later, you're going to get hurt. It does matter if people misunderstand your character. Mr. Malik, I want to get to know the real y—"
She was just angry that I bought her...
And yet she's standing here, trying to persuade me so earnestly. She's such a mystery...
Wait... Is she worried about me...?
"She's so interesting," I say to myself. I can't help but smile. "You're starting to speak to me with an attitude," I act more serious.
"...I'm sorry."
How many years has it been since someone was truly worried about me? An unexplainable mixture of emotions take over my heart.
Happiness mixed with the uncomfortable feeling that someone's seen right through to the real me...
But it doesn't feel bad.
"Why don't you go to bed instead of spouting off nonsense?" I add. "You've got a hard day again tomorrow."
I can't believe there's still someone in this world who would worry about me...
"Natalie..."
I thought I'd eliminated all those pesky emotions from my mind, but I feel like something's starting to change, just a little bit...
**
It's morning.
Usually Natalie leaves really early so she can avoid seeing me, but for some reason she's waiting for me in the living room today.
What's going on?
"Um...," she watches me as I come out of the bedroom and calls out to me nervously.
I sit down on the sofa with my newspaper like I always do.
"Good... Good morning."
"Unusual for you to be here at this time of day," I say. "Usually you'd be long gone by now."
"Um, actually... I have a favor to ask today."
A favor?
"What?"
"Do you mind if I use your kitchen?"
"If this is about breakfast, I always get room service. Would you prefer I order something else off the menu instead?"
"No, that's not it. Um..."
I know she's trying to say something, but being bothered by a woman first thing in the morning is irritating to me.
It's not like she has to ask my permission to use the kitchen in the first place...
Despite it being a pain, for some reason it's not actually making me uncomfortable.
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