One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23,

Deelana's POV

"Wake up!" I felt the thrash of my pillow smack my back and face multiple times. My body jolted awake when he started to jump up and down on my bed, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Usually you're the one that never wakes up," I remind him and he smiles. I see him run into my closet and pull out clothes for me to wear. He even plugs in my hair-straightener for it to heat up. When I sit up, he hands me a tray of toast and eggs with a tall glass of orange juice. "Thanks." What does he want...

"Plane leaves in five hours. Remember we have quite a drive to the airport. I have a limousine coming to pick us up at-"

"A what?"

"A limousine. Follow along! We should arrive in London by late afternoon our time, but it will be the evening there. It isn't far to my flat but-"

"Your what?"

"But you will love it." At this point I have been chowing down on my food like a maniac and race to my bathroom to brush my teeth.

"I forgot to tell work that I'm going to be gone for a while," I pause for a moment and unplug my cellphone from the charger, dialling my co-worker's number. "Dylan?"

"Hi." He sounds tired... Well, I did just call him at three in the morning.

"This is Deelana. I won't be at work for a few days and I was wondering if you and Morgan could cover for me? I will make it up to you when I return. Thank you so much," I force a smile and he grunts.

"Whatever," he says and hangs up. Morgan will cover for me if he doesn't. We cover for each other all the time. Morgan was gone for two weeks once, and I did her hours. We work the same hours anyway so it really didn't matter.

I brush my teeth and take a quick shower. When I hop out, I wrap my beige towel around my body and blow dry my hair, combing it through. I straighten my hair and change into the clothes Zayn picked out. I apply makeup and pick out some casual shoes.

"All done."

"You take forever," Zayn jokes and I smack his shoulder playfully. I drag my suitcase behind me, followed by my carry-on slung over my shoulder. I clutch my purse in my hand while Zayn gets the slick black door for me. The limo is on the driveway, smiling at us it appears.

"Ready?" Zayn opens the door for me and I crawl in, the driver taking our bags and placing them in the back.

"Deelana, this is Jonathan." I shake the driver's cold hand and relax in my cushiony leather seat. One of his eyes is a dark brown, the other a light blue. I couldn't help but notice the scratches all over his knuckles. This guy gives me the creeps, but I choose to overlook that when the colourful lights illuminate the roof.

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"What are you doing?" I laugh as Zayn ducks his head and slides his sunglasses on as we climb into his private jet. "Why bother hiding if we're going into a private jet?"

"Sssshh!" Zayn silences me harshly as they close the door. We take our seats and mine is labeled, 'Niall.'

"Good morning, Zayn," a woman greets him and hands him a cup of tea.

"Would you like tea or coffee?" She asks me and I ponder for a moment.

"Tea sounds really good right now, thanks." I nudge Zayn's shoulder to talk to him, but am rudely interrupted by a very pretty girl, seeking the attention of Zayn.

"Nice to see you again, Chantal," the vowels of her name rolling off his tongue. I am disgusted by her blonde and black hair, short mini-skirt and crop top. Her shirt is entirely see-through, exposing her red lace push-up bra. She curled her fingers through his hair and took a seat on his lap.