☯Stockholm Syndrome☯ ➳ Ziall✅

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[Now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fucking dream I'm living in, baby love me cause I'm playing on the radio]

It's already been a week since Zayn success story sweep the web. Paparazzi been hounding Zayn every move and he's a bit scared of all the media attention he's been getting. Liam had to supply extra body guards just in case for Zayn's safety.

Zayn is being escorted to Payno's Discovery HQ to be brief on what are his responsibility as a new found internet celebrity. Zayn is being rushed into Liam's office and takes a seat in front of him.

"Good morning Zayn, how are you?" Liam replies with a commercial smile.

"Tired, but I'm doing great."

"Wonderful, what I need from you is to give me your password for all your social media accounts. It for a precaution, like you say something that could be spun into a negative news article."

"I haven't made any social media websites accounts yet." Zayn yawn quietly.

Liam slammed his hand on his desk making Zayn jump in fright, "What do you mean you haven't made any social media accounts!? It's been a week since you became famous! Do need to interact with you fans you idiot!" Liam spat.

"I'm not an idiot and I'm sorry, I just don't know how to make one, can you help me please."

"Do I have to do everything for you?" Liam huffed.

"Aren't you the manager? You are suppose to be helping me not being mean to me."

"Why you little twit-" Liam starts, but his door open.

"Papa." Zayn greets with a smile and hugging his father.

"How are you Zayn? I was checking us in a really nice hotel a few blocks down. In a month or two, we get to find a brand new house to live in."

"Really? Can I graffiti art on my bedroom wall!?" Zayn asked in awe.

"Yes you can and you can pick out whatever you want in your room." Yaser replies holding Zayn's hand.

"Thank you papa." Zayn cheers, bouncing up and down.

"No, thank you Zayn. You made all this possible because of your beautiful talent. I'm so proud of you Zayn." Yaser praised.

Zayn felt warm inside that his father is proud of his new fond success. Zayn just wants to make his father happy and to make sure he gets the best treatment in life.

"Thanks papa, I'm happy you like graffiti art. Mommy never liked when I made art, she said it was ugly." Zayn pouted.

"Well, you and I both know that your art work is beautiful and not ugly. Can you step out the room for a moment, I have to talk to Liam for a second."

Zayn nodded and left the room while Yaser closes the door.

"Hello Yaser, how can I be of service?"

"You can start by not treating my son so rudely and disrespectful. You don't call him an idiot or a retard. Zayn told me yesterday that you called him that and now I hear you calling him an idiot? Watch what you say to my son." Yaser growled.

"I'm sorry Yaser, it's just-"

"It's just nothing, you have no reason to belittled Zayn, he may not be the most advanced teenager who doesn't really use social media or isn't those snotty spoiled kids that have hormonal instinct. I've monitored Zayn all my life, so he's not accustomed to being put down or any negative situation in his life, so watch your mouth."