Zayn Malik Fanfic: Fall for you

Chapter Sixteen:

Scar

We got back from Paris last night. I’d decided it was probably a good idea to head to work. I mean, Lola would probably need help with the July edition of the magazine anyway. I walked into the revolving doors, and the place was a mess. Everyone was running around everywhere frantically trying to print out their written sections to put towards the magazine. I quicked my pace with widened eyes to see what had happened whilst I was gone. It’d only been away four days and this place had turned into havocked hell. I walked into my office. Lola was sitting in the chair answering phone calls and looking majorly stressed out.

‘Scar! Thank the lord your back! This place is insane! Everyone forgot about their written pieces and the magazine needs to be finalized by the end of this week!’

Fuck..

‘Okay, have they all written their articles?’ I asked.

‘I think so.’

I walked out of my office.

‘Okay everyone! I’d like to have articles on my desk by the end of the day! Thank you.’ I said slightly stressed but tried to be as nice as possible.

Finally all the articles had been handed on my desk. I had a lot of work to do. I left the office at around 7 pm. Two hours later than I would usually. I headed home and got to work. Printing out photos to relate to the article subjects, decorating the front cover and editing the whole magazine.

I heard a light knocking on my door. I got up quickly to open it, to find it was Zayn.

‘Hi babe.’ He said, whilst kissing me on the cheek.

‘Hey baby.’ I replied and invited him in.

Zayn peered at the mess in my room.

‘Are you okay babe? You seem stressed.’

‘Work is crazy right now, I’ve only got until the end of the week to finalize the July issue of this month’s magazine. I’ve got so much work to do.’

He stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders and started gently massaging them.

‘Don’t stress. You’re amazing at your job and you’ll get it together in time.’ He said, calming me.

‘Thank you. I hope so.’

I grabbed Zayn a beer and we migrated over to the bed. I was working my butt off whilst he was kicking back under the duvet watching tv. I was sitting upright, with my legs crossed and my workload in front of me. After the movie had finished, Zayn shuffled himself up and sat directly behind me pressing himself up against my back and wrapping him arms around my waist.

‘That photo should go there. And I like this photo, place that one in the corner.’ He advised whilst pointing at the page before us. I smiled.

‘I think you’re right.’ I said whilst looking up into his dark brown eyes.

Through the night, he kept advising me on where I should position things, what to place on the front cover and giving his opinion on small things. And when he wasn’t doing that, he’d give me supportive kisses on my neck or cheek and occasionally play with my hair and brush it out of my face, when it’d fallen on my skin. I’d feel his hot breath on my skin and it’d send tingles down my spine. Eventually I’d fallen asleep. I felt large strong hands wrap around my thighs and waist and slowly pick me up and bring me over to the bed to place my head onto a pillow. He placed a light kiss on my forehead whilst wrapping his arms around my waist and falling asleep next to me.

Zayn

Scar still seemed pretty stressed out this morning as she grabbed all the documents and pictures and left in a rush. I thought it’d be nice to pop into her work and surprise her with some breakfast, seeing as she didn’t have time for it this morning. She was quite behind in her work, but she’s determined and I believed that she can finish it. I walked through the doors of Cosmopolitan UK. A fair few people stopped what they were doing to look up and stare at me, primarily knowing who I was and how I was here to see Scar . As I was about to step into her office, I heard a man’s voice. I thought it may not be the best time to interrupt.