Undignified (Zayn Malik)

Chapter four -

The teaparty  was fun but it would be more fun if Zayn was allowed to sit and converse with us, I felt agitated as Celia and Imogen continously snapped their fingers at Zayn.

Zayn seemed a bit intimidated and frightened but I gave him warm looks so he felt safer, i knew i would appreciate them if i were him.

'Would you stop that?' I snapped at Celia as we sipped on our tea. 

'Stop what?' She asked.

'Being rude to Zayn,' 

'Zayn?' She asked.

'My servant stop being rude to my servant,' I stated. Apparantly to Celia and Imogen they did not see anything wrong with the way they were treating Zayn, i didn't blame them it was the way they lived and were raised to treat servants but still it annoyed me because he was a person and deserved some aspects of respect. 

I found myself staring at Zayn more times than I knew i was, every time i looked at him it made me feel warm inside. I wanted him to look at me and smile at me, he was too preocupied being a waiter and tending to my friends never ending needs. 

I walked to the kitchen where he was working, he was pouring some wine for my friends. 

'Hello Zayn,' I said, he seemed frightened as he didn't see me coming.

'Hello miss,' He said.'May i help you with anything?' 

'No no,' I said.

He gave me a polite nod but I knew what he was thinking, why was in here in the kitchen watching him?

as he poured many glasses of wine I decided to start a conversation with him, i knew he was an easy person to talk to.

We had a conversation about everything really as he poured the glasses, i felt sorry for him because i knew he longed to have a education like i was fortunate enough to have. He had a thirst for knowledge but he was stuck working for us.

'I can read but there are many that live around my neighbourhood that can't,' Zayn said.

I knew this sort of thing happened but it still shocked me, living a life without being able to read it must be so confusing. Words were everywhere.

 I found out that his father was always working in a coal mine so he hardly ever saw him, his mother was a maid too. Waliyah was his only sister and they were very close. 

I asked him what he did in his spare time. 

'What spare time?' He half-heartly laughed 'When i'm not here i am helping my mum at home or helping my dad at the coal mine...sometimes i like to read books but there are hardly any books in the multicultral library, and some books i don't fully understand as my english isn't so good,' he said.

In our house we had a massive library.

'I could read to you if you'd like, you can pick up your books from there and i can help you to read better and you can borrow books from the library,' I said.

He gave me a grateful smile but we both knew the reality that we would never find the time for me to read to him as he always seemed to have a job to do.

i reluctantly returned to my friends, I could not be bothered for their mindless gossip i much preferred talkung to Zayn. Thankfully they didn't ask why i was gone for so long, i doubt they even noticed as they were too hung up on the gossip. 

'I can't believe Angela is marrying Johnny,' they giggled.

'I mean he is so out of her league,' Imogen laughed.