Destined // zjm

eight

An hour passed by, the arm of the clock hanging delicately on the wall pointing eight, now moved to nine while I still was busy exploring my exquisite cabin. Every drawer and shelf had been checked, and with everything slowly sinking in, my excitement seemed to decrease a level with every passing second.

I slipped into my black leather chair and sighed. Even in my wildest dreams, I never had thought that this is going to be so lavishing. Tapping my fingers slowly on the huge glass table, I closed my eyes for a moment only to open them right after.

I was interrupted by the ringing of the intercom. Sitting straight, I raised myself a bit in order to get the call. If only that was easy, there were two similar telephones lying on the table. Making a quick guess, I picked up the one nearest to my reach.

"Hello?" bringing the receiver close to my ear, I spoke in a low, unsure voice.

The line was silent and I could still hear the phone ringing. Wrong one. Cursing profanities under my breath and I reached for the other phone.

"Hello?" a beep was heard from the other side as I spoke, again.

"Hi, Eve. This is Britanny, I just called to inform you that Mr. Malik will be approaching his cabin shortly. "

"Oh, What do I have to do?" My insides churned a bit and my grip on my dress became tighter.

"Approach him whenever he needs you in his cabin. " She said in a tone that bled into a cold, monotonous tone. "Which he will and you don't need to worry. " She continued, mumbling an 'okay' to her I hung up.

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I took a seat on my chair and whilst fiddling with my fingers, waited for his arrival. I'm highly strung around him and I hope I'm not the only one.

He seemed to be a conundrum with no solution, shrouded in mystery and enigma. But there's a lot I need to know about Zayn. A lot I'd like to know, if he'd let me.

I sat there in an eerie silence, glancing into his cabin from time-to-time but there was no sign of his presence.

The intercom rang again and I dared to peek into his cabin answering it and there he was, sitting on his chair with his one hand resting on the arm rest and the other holding the receiver. He wasn't looking in my direction, what so ever.

Sprinting to my feet, I answered the call hesitantly.

"Meet me in my cabin, now." He spoke in a deep, reticent voice. The one which always sets me on the edge and makes me want to hide somewhere.

"Yes, Mr. Malik. " I said in almost a whisper but then I realized that the line was dead as he already had hung up. Thinking about that guy makes me nervy.

I straightened the hem of my dress and took a deep intake of breath, calming my senses so that I could face him and from the corner of my eyes I could see a dark figure inside from the glass frame and it seemed the object he was intently looking at was no one else, but me.

And all too quickly, I make my way to his cabin which was right next to mine.

With every ounce of courage I had, I knock at his cabin door. Hearing a 'come in' right after, I sighed and complied.

He's sitting in his cabin the way I saw him, just that now his vision is fixed on the thin device in his hand, his phone. His hair was a bit more messy than that day and it looked like he had morning sex and without fixing his hair he walked into the office. But he still looked heavenly, perfect and calmed.

He shifts his gaze from his phone to me, and stared for a good amount of five minutes with merely no expression on his face. Sometimes, I really feel like throwing a brick at his face just to see if he'd wince in pain or show any kind of human emotion because apparently, I have got this belief that his face can't possess a human-like emotion or expression for once.