Niall:
"…And then you have to pick up my dry cleaning, and get me my lunch- you remember, the same thing as yesterday, but dressing on the side this time- and then when you get back I have more things I need for you to do." You resist rolling your eyes at your boss and just nod along to all of her over demanding requests. There’s no way you can get all this done before lunch in three hours.
"(Y/N)! Do you understand?" she bites. You nod, making her sigh. "I’ve no patience with your daydreaming. Today is an important day." Just like every day is in the fashion industry, according to her at least.
"Yes. I’ll get everything right away." It begins the start of another long tedious day of running around the city trying to get every ridiculous thing your boss requests. Every day is always you running somewhere or doing something or organizing something.
After doing her shoe shopping for her, plus the back-to-school shopping for her kids, you’re hurrying to the dry cleaners. You were almost done with everything with almost half an hour to spare. It was a miracle on your part and you count your blessings you won’t get a scolding today from her.
Although you hated all her demands, being her secretary wasn’t a job you could afford to lose. Besides, it came with a lot of perks, such as traveling and meeting other people in the industry. The way you saw it, it was worth all the back breaking labor.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEP
For a second, all you can see is the bright lights of the truck about to hit you and the next you’re on the ground with a body shielding you. You curse to yourself as all the shopping bags are sprawled all over the street. There’s no way you have enough time to get everything again.
"Are you alright, sweetie?" You almost didn’t realize what just happened and that the man holding his hand out to you probably saved your life. He holds out his hand and you take it. "A lot on your mind?"
He had this knowing look on his beautiful face. A twinkle in his blue eyes that make you warm and bubbly inside. You don’t see someone like him often.
"You could say that," you say, brushing off the dirt from your clothes. "Thanks. I didn’t even see that truck. How’d you react so fast?" A smirk grows on his lips.
"You could say that it was a gentleman’s intuition," he says. "You’re bleeding." He reaches out to touch your forehead. His touch stings you and you wince away from him. "Here, let me help clean you up."
"Oh no I can’t. I have to get back to work," you say. He raises an eyebrow.
"You almost got ran over and you’re thinking about going back to work?" He shakes his head and throws his arm around you. "I’m taking you to a hospital, end of discussion."
Zayn:
"You’re failing and you probably won’t graduate if you keep this up," the teacher scolds you. You scowl at him. "This isn’t funny, Miss. (Y/L/N). This is serious. Don’t you want to graduate highschool?"
"Of course I do. I just don’t understand any of the material," you explain. You were fine in all of your other classes. It really was your fault that you chose to take advanced calculus and choose not to pay attention in class. "Is it too late to drop out of this class?" He raises an eyebrow at you, giving you your answer.
"The only hope you have to graduate is to pass this quarter and get very high marks for the rest of the year," the teacher explains. "Now I’ve already assigned you a tutor, Mr. Zayn Malik. He’s new to this school, but he is my best student. I’ve already arranged for the two of you to meet in the library after school, today." Your eyes widen.
