Zayn Malik Fanfic: Fall for you

Chapter Two:

Scarlett

Trey Songz’s soothing voice was now filling my ears. Was this a dream? No. It was my alarm ringtone. I groaned and dragged myself out of bed to prepare myself for a days work.

Once I’d gotten ready, I saw that I was already running late. No sooner was I out the door, I nearly trampled a huge banquet of beautiful white and red roses at the doorstep of my room. I picked them up and looked up and down the hallway. There was no sign of anyone. I took them inside and read the tag attached to it. It read ‘You’re beautiful.’ I placed them on the table in the room and sped out the door. As I reached the top of the stairs to the lobby, I saw that they’d already arranged for my car to be parked out the front of the entrance. As I looked back, I saw the same brown orbs I’d seen yesterday. Looking me up and down as I walked down the steps. Then it clicked. I should’ve known.

‘Nice flowers’ I said almost sarcastically.

‘I’m glad you liked them. I’m Zayn by the way.’ He smiled

‘Scar..’

‘Scarlett right?’

‘Ah yeah.’

‘Well Scarlett, is there any chance of me getting your phone number?’

I laughed. ‘Sorry babe, but it’s going to take more than flowers.’

I walked off towards my Mercedes and turned back to shoot a glance at him. He had a cheeky smile on his face as I walked off. It almost seemed as if he was turned on by the fact I rejected him.

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Scarlett

My mobile rung loudly in my ear, disturbing my sleep. I stuck my hand out of the doona and stumbled around for the phone, the cold air hitting my arm as I did so. I squinted whilst looking at the bright screen to see the caller ID. It was one of my work mate and best friend living in London, Lola.

‘Hey babe’ I said sleepily.

‘Hey you! Okay, so before you say anything. Tonight, at the Ivy. 9.00, be there or be square. You better get your sexy ass down there.’

‘Yeah I’ll be there babe’

‘Great! I’ll see you then’

I decided it was probably time to wake up anyway. It was my day off and I wanted to make the most of it. I decided to head to the gym. I put on my workout clothes and went to walk out the door. As I looked down, something caught my eye. It was a light sky blue, ribbon bow-tied bag with ‘Tiffany’ written on it. I took it inside, and cautiously opened the box inside it. It was a gorgeous tiffany bracelet, that glistened as the light shone onto it. I placed it next to the flowers and walked out into the hallway.

Zayn.

She seemed surprised to see me standing in the hallway waiting for her with my back leaned up against the wall.

‘Tiffany. Good choice’ She stated, but I wasn’t sure if I should pick up the sarcasm or not.

I turned to her and cocked up an eyebrow, with a smirk upon my face.

‘I thought you’d like it.’ I winked at her.  

‘So. Does this mean I can get your number?’ I said whilst raising my eyebrows.

Usually this was the part the girl threw herself at me, but she didn’t seem to be impressed.

‘Zayn. Take the hint. I’m not the type of girl that can be ‘bought’. You have to show me what you’ve got.’

‘Okay. Well can you please just give me a chance?’ I said, slightly taken back by her true statement.

She furrowed her eyebrow deep in thought. What’s she got to lose? It’s only a number right.

‘Okay.’ She replied and told me her number.