Zayn Malik Fanfic: Fall for you

Chapter Nineteen:

Zayn

Scar had been so supportive over the past week, she’d stayed home from work to look after me. I mean all I had was a bunch of bruises and cuts, but she was always there to help. Today was the first day I’d have to see management since the beating. My bruising on my face had gones down, but there was still a light purple tinted bruised on my cheek bones and I sported a busted lip. The boys and I headed out to meet up with management to organize our outfits for the movie premiere. I informed the boys on what had happened in the limo.

‘So are you okay now man?’ Niall asked a little saddened.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. Still have a bit of bruising, but it doesn’t hurt.’

‘What are you going to tell management?’ Liam asked, slightly worried.

‘I’ll tell them the truth. They should understand, it was out of my control.’

We arrived at the dress fitters.

‘Hi boys.’ Our assistant manager welcomed us. His glare skimming over all our faces then stopping at mine with widened eyes.

We all shook his hand, and as it was my turn he stared particularly long at my face.

‘Zayn, what happened to your face?’ He asked curiously.

‘Ah, just had a bit of a misunderstanding.’

The boys looked at me, then looked back to our manager trying to examine his features for any obvious emotion.

‘And what sort of misunderstanding was that?’

‘Oh, ah a guy just hit on Scar, so I pulled her away from him, he came out of no where and punched me. Total loser.’

‘Oh that’s unfortunate.’ He said, his emotions still cold. Lou greeted us with her usual bubbly self and showed us our outfits. As we tried them on, we all agreed on what she had chosen for us. As we got changed again, I looked out the window to see Scar waiting patiently for me. I promised her that I’d take her out shopping to buy a dress for the premiere. We were now dismissed. I stared out the window at her for a while, before the boys broke my gaze by rushing out to her to greet her. I grabbed my coat and was just about to head out the door as the manager called me.

‘Zayn..’ The manager pulled me to the side as I looked at the boys outside.

‘This has to do with her doesn’t it.’

‘Well, yeah. I told you some guy tried to hit on her?’ I said sarcastically.

‘She’s causing too much drama for you Zayn. What if the paps had’ve gotten images or video proof of this? She is bad publicity for you.’ He said, his eyes then darting over to her afterwards and giving her a sly look.

‘She isn’t. She makes me happy, and I thought you’d want me to be happy?’

‘She’s only a girl Zayn. You have plenty of time for girls. You could have any other girl you’d like! Do you realize the amount of girls that would kill to see you let alone date you?’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

‘She’s not just any girl and yes, but I only want her.’

I peered out to see her happily laughing at Louis humorous joke.

‘Zayn, I highly recommend you break up with her. Date anyone but her.’

‘Despite what you think, I’m not breaking up with her.’ I said bluntly, to give him the impression that what he was saying was completely useless.

‘I’ve got to go, goodbye.’ I finished, slightly annoyed that he had the nerve to imply that. I walked towards the doors and shut the door behind me. She turned to face me, as did all the boys. Her hair flew around in the swirling hot summer wind.

‘Hey babe.’ I smiled at her and pulled her closely towards my chest, wrapping my arms around her waist.

‘Hey you.’ She said, looking up at me as I leant down and kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled.

‘You ready?’ I asked her.

‘Am I ready? I’m always ready Mr. Malik, you should know that by now.’ She said with a laugh and wink.

‘I know this, I was just testing you.’ I said with a smirk.

We saw the boys off and ventured off to find Scar a dress to wear to the premiere.

She picked out a fair few dresses, mostly long gowns which were more appropriate for the occasion. I knew she wanted to make an impression. Even though every dress she had picked out would look amazing on her regardless, she’d look into the mirror, bring the dress up to her body, furrow her eyebrows and get frustrated knowing that wasn’t the one.

‘Your so sexy when you get mad.’ I remarked.

A slight smile crept onto her face.

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. As I turned around to look further through the shop, I saw it. It was perfect and it would look even more perfect on Scar. It was red and it flowed beautifully down to the floor. The dress would hug her figure and make her look outstanding.

‘Scar what do you think of this one?’ I asked her, hopeful she’d like it.

Her eyes widened and she nodded. She was almost speechless. I knew she’d like it.

I signaled over to the shop keeper to get it down from the racks, and as she did I told her we’d purchase it.

Scar gave me that look of guilt.

‘Zayn, seriously. Not again, It’s on me this time.’

I shook my head intently.

‘No, as long as your with me, you’ll never have to pay.’ I grinned at her.

‘Thank you.’ She whispered into my ear before bringing her lips up to mine and pecking me on the lips.