So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 21

~And now that we're done,

I'm gonna show you tonight,

I'm alright, I'm just fine,

And you're a tool~

When you're around fake people so often, you begin to wonder if you're fake too.

Zayn Malik knows he's fake though. He's realized that over the past year. He goes to the fashion shows with all of the models, his best friends are drag queens, he spends too much time on Twitter. His emotions are regulated, he only cares about money and fame, and it's tiring. It sucks more than any other part of his life, and there have been some really bad times in his life.

He spends his days sleeping and nights working, making sure everything is in line for drag queens. People call him a manager, but he just thinks that he's a secretary. There's nothing wrong with that. He absolutely loves it, but that's the title he thinks he deserves. His clients love him because he's...Zayn. If he could create a new adjective, it would be his own name. There goes that being fake again.

They'll tell him, "Wow, Zayn, I can't believe you just did a smoky eye from a makeup tutorial."

And, "How did you get me a slot to play here?"

Also, "Zayn! How'd you pull choreography out of your ass like that?"

No one word describes his work ethic. That's the conclusion that everyone leaves with once they are done working with him. He'll do anything you need, even if he knows nothing about it. Google search this. Call up an old friend at midnight.

Because despite what people may think, you have a lot of people to talk to if you're fake. Everyone knows your name. There's always an old favor to cash in on. Zayn doesn't believe in this pay it forward system. It's just manipulation to get what he wants. And he always gets what he wants.

The worst thing about being fake is that you can't be in love. And a life without love is lonely. When you're fake, you don't even love yourself because you don't have any emotions. Just a plastic doll waiting with a phone in either hand.

It was Friday night. Zayn walked into the bathroom of his swank apartment - his job paid BANK. Once he was there, he looked in the mirror. Yes, he's a narcissist, but also because he was checking again. Checking to make sure that he's not a robot. Still experiencing pain - a pinch on the arm. Eyes reacting to light - switching the lights on and off. Bleeding red blood - a prick on the finger with a safety pin. He passed all the tests, which almost made him angry. Everyday he was still human, even though he didn't feel it.

A single drop of blood was still on his finger when he started Googling with his other hand. Fast fingers, eyes a little blurry since it was his early morning.

No emotions

Low emotional intelligence