The Assistant || Zayn Malik

3- First Empression

Zayn's P.O.V

"Did you send the mail to her?" I asked Dylan not taking my eyes off from my laptop.

"Yes, sir." His reply made me take a glance at him.

"Dylan, How many times do I have to tell you to not call me sir? It's Zayn."

He pretended to calculate. "Umm one million... Billion?" We chuckled slightly at his ridiculous joke. "Anyways... Zayn, we had emailed her yesterday, and I hope she would've received it till now. She will be joining us from Monday."

"Okay." My work had been increasing since the day I left 1D. Assistant manager was one of my basic needs.

I guess Bethany- Beth is a responsible girl, as I have seen and met tons of girls in my life. I thought she wouldn't have any problem handling the kind of workload I have. I never appointed any assistant before. I hoped this whole idea works out.

I was already surrounded with the frustration because of the sudden split of the band. Some of the fans had completely turned against me. But I must not forget to mention the fans who have always held my back against them. And I swear to god, if it wasn't for them I would've  given up ages ago.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

My phone started to ring. My eyes automatically rolled on the name popping up on my mobile screen.

Tracey Berlin.

Maybe she was blind or was acting to be one because she kept ignoring the fact that things weren't working out between us. I try my best to ignore the ringing phone on my desk.

"Si-Zayn.'' I looked up at Dylan. "Your phone." He pointed.

I answered the phone, signing and nodding to him.

"Hey babe... I missed you." Her sharp voice pierced into my eardrum.

"Hmm, I'll call you later. I am busy at the moment." I simply cut her off. It was Sunday and I was still working on the up coming song. My life had become the actual definition of hell. I kept hoping for everything to be alright.

Frustrated, I pushed the file aside. Sighing I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. After first ring she answered. That's why I love her so much.

"Zayn? Are you okay?" Her voice came through the line.

"Yes Doniya..." There was no reply from her side. I had to sigh again. "No, I am not okay." One of the things from the never ending list of the reasons why I love her is that she understands me without me  uttering any word.

"Don, Tracey called me." Hearing this made her sigh. "Why doesn't she understand that I don't have any interest in her anymore- I NEVER DID!"

"Zayn." She paused. "She would understand only if you tell her directly." She suggested wisely.

"Dude, don't you think there is a thing called body language? I mean, I would immediately sense if a person is not into me anymore." I claimed.

"Bruh, the thing is that you always keep your feelings to yourself. Maybe that's why your fans call you mysterious." She laughed making me smile a little too. "Try opening up a bit to the people who are close to you."

"Yeah. Yeah." I smiled and rolled my eyes. It wasn't the first time she was mentioning this.

"Hey! What about the assistant thing?" Have you appointed anyone yet." She all of a sudden gets excited.

"Yup." I told her switching to another file.

"What's her name? How does she look? What's her hair color? And oh the eye color- it matters a lot-" I never let her complete her sentence.