New Roomie (Zarry AU)

2. If I Was Straight

*unedited*

Zayn’s P.O.V

“You fucking asshole!” I yell at Michael, punching him. He falls back into the wall of my unit with a thud and knocks one of my photo frames down with his elbow. I grab the collar of his shirt and push him into the wall, making it hard for him to move.

“Z-Zayn I-I,” Michael stutters. Michael Clifford, who is my apprentice, decided to sell one of my videos for some shitty p*rn site. So the money that he was supposed to receive, he never did. Now the fucking p*rn site is claiming that it’s theirs.

One of the most defined rules in my studio: never, ever, sell my stuff. Whether it is a photograph, a video, whatever it may be. You never sell, remake and change any of the content that I have produced.

You may have guessed already, but I am a photographer and video producer. But I don’t make those sweet innocent family portraits that your family hangs up on the walls, no. I produce images and videos of p*rnographic content.

I had two of my best clients coming in less than an hour and fucking Michael comes along and makes me pissed off! Luke and Ashton are just going to have to wait until I’m done with this twat.

“Well first of all, you’re fucking fired!” I yell, making Michael flinch. Michael was my favourite person when I was hiring an apprentice, even though Michael is only one year younger than me. But seriously - him, his dyed red hair, and a sexy lip piercing? Fuck, he turns. me. on.

And to think I was going to fuck this guy one day, ha! Not happening anymore.

This is the first time Michael looked frightened of me, although I do admit that some of my friends say I’m quite aggressive at times. I honestly don’t see it, but I guess when Harry leaves my unit after our rough sex with a limp, then I’ll consider agreeing with them.

Oh Harry, that boy just, I don’t know what to do with that kid. Him and those fucking tight-ass skinny jeans, they get me every time.

I just need to convince him that he’s gay. And that won’t be too hard, I mean look at me; I’m clearly the hottest guy in town. I have girls and boys after me; it’s great. However, the latter is for me.

And that boy thinks he can outsmart me, huh? I’ll show him whose boss.

Michael and I make quick eye contact, our breathing heavy from the aggression and the adrenaline pumping through both of us. I grab Michael by the shirt and pull him towards me. Our lips are forced together as we both fight for dominance, but there is no fucking way Michael’s going to dominate me.

I throw him onto the bed, and he smirks up at me, his eyes full of lust. I need to get this sexual frustration out now, and Michael and his hot self was just standing there as vulnerable as ever.

I take off Michael’s shirt quickly just before my phone starts ringing in my back pocket. I throw Michael’s shirt to the side of the bed, before answering my phone.

“Zayn Malik speaking,” I say as politely as I could in this situation.

“H-hi, it’s um, it’s Ashton. We’re waiting and we’re cold, when will you be here?” Ashton mumbles into the phone.

I look over at the clock beside my bed. I thought I still had another fucking hour.

“I’m just stuck in some traffic,” I lie into the phone. Everyone, and I mean everyone uses that excuse at least once in their lives. I guess this was my once.

“Traffic? Zayn it’s 11:30 on a Tuesday night. How much traffic is there?” Ashton asks.

“I’ll be there soon, just keep your dick in your pants mate.” I laugh.