One Direction Imagines and Preferences 2

The annoying worker - Zayn Imagine.

I had this idea and I really hope you all like it<3

Y/F/S = your favourite shop
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I'd just started working in Y/F/S and it was going really well, I loved it, it was my favourite clothes shop so getting to arrange all of the beautiful clothes was just amazing. Apart from that boy. The boy who only had this job because his dad was the boss.

"Y/N?" My boss called me as I placed the rails of clothes out for the customers.

"Yes sir?" I asked as I walked towards him, wondering what he could want.

"You've met my son," he stated as I nodded, trying not to glare at him as he smirked at me.

"Well I see you two are friends and Zayn really needs some guidance around here; someone who can show him what to do and motivate him to work, so I've decided he can work along side you while he finds himself here starting today." He explained.

"Friends?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Yes, I thought you two were arguing the other day so I asked Zayn about it and he explained your good friends and that you like to have a lot of banter. I trust you and know that you can help him to work, are you willing to help him?" My boss asked as Zayn continued to smirk at me.

I nodded. "Of course mr. Malik." I smiled, in reality, I knew this would not motivate him to work.

"Great, I'll leave you two to it then, have fun." He smiled, walking off back towards his office.

"You can take that smirk off of your face and get to work." I said, sternly as I tossed him a pile of clothes.

"Hey I've only been here a week, your supposed to be helping me, after all we are good friends." He laughed, winking at me.

"Are you trying to get me sacked? Because if you don't improve your dad will most likely sack me for not getting you to work." I explained, although Zayn only held an amused look on his face, making me even more annoyed.

"Your supposed to be helping me and if you don't then it's not all my fault if you get sacked." He argued and I scoffed.

"Go and put those clothes on the racks over there," I told him, pointing to the right.

"Then go and put these ones on the racks over there." This time pointing to the right with a different pile of clothes.

"Whatever," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to place my pile of clothes on the racks to the left.

"Hey," Zayns voice rung through my ear.

I turned around to be faced with him, stood next to me, placing clothes on my rack with me.

"Zayn, your supposed to be doing the ones on the right first." I told him and he grinned.

"I know," he shrugged.

"Then why are you doing these ones first?" I asked and he laughed.

"Does it really matter which side I do first? Plus I need motivation and my dad said I'd be working along side you so that's why I'm stood next to you. I'm alongside you." He laughed at himself.

"He didn't mean literally." I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

"No but I did, I like being next to you." He stated.

For the whole day Zayn followed me around and wouldn't leave me alone. Even when I went to the bathroom he was stood outside.

"Will you leave me alone? Can't I go to the bathroom by myself now?" I shouted, getting really angry with this boy.