"I don't love people, I just fuck them, I don't do relationships. So you can walk out if you want."
"I don't care"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Then, take your clothes and sit on the bed"
"Mr. Malik will see you in a few minutes.", a beautiful girl with a black-framed glass told me.
" Thank you." , I replied with wide grin on my face which creeped her out a bit I guess. Well, I tend to be smiling a lot when I'm nervous.
I was here for a job interview. I needed the money for my university since my mother spent all my fund paying for her shitty drug debt. She wasn't a great mother at all and the most she could've done was not take my money and let me fulfill my dream of studying art. Now, I have to take this stupid job of being someone's dog walker. Well, the plus point was the job paid pretty well.
"You can come in now.", the girl with the glass told me politely.
Well , here we go.
As I opened the door, I witnessed the most beautiful sight my eyes had ever seen. Mr. Zayn Malik. He was PER-FECT. He had this amazing olive skin which glossed from the direct sunlight through the window, his raven black hair loosely slicked back with a strand falling naturally in front. His all black suit made him look so sophisticated and elegant. He had few piercing in this ears which gave him a bay boy look. Then I finally met his brown hazel eyes with long lashes which gazed at me sharply and scanned me from top to bottom.
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This is how Mr. Malik looked that day. Tell me who wouldn't fall for him.
"Ahem!", he coughed to get my attention.
I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes away from his beautifully sculpted face.
God must have taken his time to create him.
" Sit down. Mr. ............", Zayn demanded while buttoning his suit.
" Harry, Harry styles.", I extended my hands for a quick handshake but he avoided.
