December 28, 2012

"Thank you for shopping at Walmart." Ishita greeted her customer goodbye and glanced at the clock. It was almost time for her to go home.
"I still don't get why me giving you a job as my personal assistant was so bad a thing." Zayn's voice startled her as he approached her with a little smile.

"It was a bad thing because-" Ishita stopped talking to hug him and peck him on the lips.
"- then you won't be able to keep your professional and personal life separate, and I don't want anything jeopardizing the future of Malik Corps." She murmured against his lips and pecked them again. Zayn smirked proudly and placed his hands just above her bum.
"Honey, we are the future." Zayn pronounces and leads Ishita to her counter.
"How long till your shift ends?"
He asked her as he grabbed a random pack of skittles and placed it on the belt. Ishita pulls out the item scanner and scans the barcode of the bag of skittles.
"About 5 minutes I believe, and you owe me $3." Ishita taps her fingers on the counter as Zayn places in his credit card and punches in his code, 1512, or Ishita's birthday.
A receipt rolls out, and Ishita rips out two copies. She keeps one in her drawer and hands the other to Zayn.
"Here you go love." Zayn hands Ishita the skittles, and she smiles gratefully at him.
"Aw, thanks, Zaynie." She gives him a toothy grin and he pulls her body closer to his as they walk to his car.
"Anything for you champ." Zayn chuckles out, and Ishita looks at him with disbelief.
"Oh my gosh. Did you just call me 'champ'?" Ishita gasps and Zayn reaches over and pulls her safety belt and buckles her up.
"Safety first kiddo and why yes-" Zayn pauses and ruffles her hair regardless of her protests.
"-why yes I did call you 'champ.'" He smirks and looks behind him and starts to back his car out of the parking lot.
"Hey what happened Jeff?" Ishita suddenly asks about Zayn's driver Jefferson.
"Oh, he had some family emergency. His wife Matilda needed to have her thyroid surgery, so I gave him a while off. He needs to be there to support his wife through sickness and health." Zayn smiles sadly. He admires such couples who stick around with each other no matter what.
"Oh well, that's a pity." Ishita murmured before staring out the window to ease her nerves. Today was stressful at work. A few customers were so annoying and rude to her.
"Guess who locked the Siena Deal?" Zayn asked Ishita as he turned on the left indicator and prepared to make a turn.
Ishita hadn't heard him because she was lost in her thoughts about Louis. Maybe she is wrong in all this. Maybe coming back with Zayn is just a part of a terrible mistake. Maybe she should just go crawling back to Louis and beg for a second chance. An opportunity to make things right. An opportunity to make him stay. An opportunity to mend her pessimistic ways. An opportunity to save a broken heart.
"Ishita, I asked you something..." Zayn trailed off and glanced at Ishita. She was asleep with the thoughts of Louis. Overall, she looked stressed, and Zayn thought that she was just "tired."

"Here you go sir.." Louis turned around to throw away the now used needle in the trash can.
"Thank you son." A man in about his 60's had come to get a tattoo of his wife's name.
"Helen is a beautiful name," Louis stated.
"Helen is a beautiful lady my boy." The man smiled in thoughts of his wife.
"Where do I pay?" The man asked Louis as he placed a bandage on his back to cover the tattooed area from any dangerous things.
"Just turn about the corner and walk straight ahead. You will see a man on the counter." Louis directed the old man and stood up to hold the door for him.
"Ah, thanks, boy. I bet your father is a very proud man."
And Louis just weakly smiled at him.
As the man left his room, Louis closed the door shut and slid down to the ground.
"Father" is a very tough subject for him. He ran away from home when he was of the age of 18, right after his mother's death. His father was abusive and a hypocrite. John was never there for his son after Johannah's death and completely disowned him. He deliberately drove his son of 18 to make rash decisions and disowned him on the hearing this news.

Louis ran away thinking that he was being blamed for his father's idiotical nature whereas, in reality, his townspeople were happy for him to get out of his father's tight clutches.

"Louis, how long will you mope around about that girl? Huh? You barely met her two weeks ago." Steve sighed as he pushed open Louis' room's door and found him on the floor with his head in his hands.

Louis looked up at Steve in anger and stormed past him and sat on his chair. Steve raised arms in the air and mumbled a 'Jeez. Damn. Sorry man.' Louis nodded at him and pulled out a stool for him to sit.

"She is not just some girl. Okay, Steve. She is a girl who I happen to really like." Louis spoke in an angry tone and Steve pat him on the back.

"If,- and I am not saying that this will happen, although if it does then.-" Steve paused and looked at Louis in the eyes and Louis motioned him to continue.

"If it does happen and she happens to come back to you, then my boy, it is meant to be." Steve spoke in an authoritative tone. He stood up and left an anxious Louis in his room. Before he left his room, Steve turned around and looked at him with pity.

"Louis you have been hurt many times before. If Ishita does not accept you, then don't just sit around and wait for her. You have to move on then lad." And with that and exited Louis' room.

Louis just sat there and let his words sink in.

"Ishu, I had Garry arrange a gown for you for the party," Zayn calls out from his master bedroom. He was setting aside his clothes. Ishita woke up as soon as Zayn placed her on his bed. She borrowed some of his clothes and rushed to his washroom to have a shower.

"Zayn, I can afford myself a gown." Ishita spoke in annoyance and combed her wet hair using a wide tooth comb.

"Yeah, but this is a professional party, and there will be paps present everywhere, and I want you to look your best." Zayn tried to reason with her, and she scoffed in disbelief.

"Did you just say that to me?" She asked him with her eyes open wide. Zayn was still clueless of the fact that he just subconsciously insulted Ishita and accused he of not having enough money.

"Why? Did I say something wrong?" Zayn added dumbly. He gasped when he realized what he had just said.
"Oh crap! I did not mean it like that Ishita!" He spoke quickly, and Ishita looked at him in a hurt manner.
"Is that why you so desperately wanted me to get a job at your place? Huh, so I could have a big, fat and a heavy pay check? I am your charity case aren't I?" She cried out.
"No no.." Zayn reasoned and tried to reach out to her. He pulled her in for a hug as she silently sobbed.
"Of course I didn't mean it that way! I wanted you to get that job so I could be as close to you as I can. And I got that gown for you because I knew you'd like it and if I showed you the price, you'd probably have me killed." Zayn muttered and placed a sweet kiss on her head.
"I'd never say anything like that to you ever. I believe that you are a strong and independent woman, my love. I'm so sorry that I chose a wrong set of words to convey my message. Please forgive me." Zayn pleaded out as Ishita continued to sob.
"No Zayn, what if everyone at that party thinks of me as a gold digger now? What if they believe of me as a charity case? What if the paps target me again? How can you guarantee everything?" She asked him, and Zayn's grip tightened around her waist.
He grumbled and pulled out his phone. He punched in a few messages and sat Ishita down on his bed. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he went to another room to answer.
"Yes. I don't give a flying fuck about the media."
"No-"
"Did you just cut me?"
"Shut up! Now listen carefully to me, and you dare not cut me ever again."
"Good. Now I want absolutely no paparazzi when Ishita and I enter or exit the party. If there are any new headlines tomorrow consisting with my or her name, then David is it?"
"Yes David, I will make sure that you lose your job and end up nowhere. Have I made myself clear?"
"That's good. Thanks."
Ishita listened carefully to his conversation and ran to hug him.
"Thank you thank you thank you..." she mumbled many times as she hugged him.
"Anything for you my love." And Zayn placed his phone on his side table.

Louis twisted his key in the keyhole and opened the door of his apartment. He tossed his coat aside on an old couch he found on Kijiji. He was whistling to a new song he heard playing on the radio. He pulled out a kraft dinner package and placed it in his microwave.
His phone rang and ran to fetch it out of his coat.
"Hey, Louis here." He spoke and scratched the back of his head.
"Louis Tomlinson?" A voice spoke, and Louis furrowed his eyebrows.
"He is here. yes? May I know who is talking?" He sat on his couch and crossed his legs on each other.
"This is Estelle. I saw your resumé and may I say, we are impressed by your experience in playing the piano and singing." Estelle spoke from the other end of the line, and Louis sat up straight.
"Really..? Thanks.. Does this mean that I..." Louis trailed off, and Estelle chuckled.
"Yes, you have the job but only one condition," Estelle stated in an authoritative sense.
"Uh alright. Okay, what is the condition?" Louis bit his fingernails as he hopes that he didn't have to sleep with someone to get this job.
"Since you already know that New Year's Eve is right around the corner, and I am sure you have plans, but if you want this job, you have to play at a very high-class party," Estelle told him her her condition.
"On New Year's Eve?"
"On New Year's Eve."
"Deal. We have a done deal, Estelle." Louis spoke enthusiastically. This job can get him a lot of money.
"That's great! Now your pay will be double for this occasion and the rest we can decide later on. Consider it a late Christmas present and early New Years bonus." Estelle spoke coolly, and Louis nodded.
"Thanks a lot, Estelle. I will make it a point to make you proud."
Louis stood up and poured himself a drink with his phone sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder.
"That's good to hear. Thanks for your time Louis. I will email you the details and the dress code for the party. Have a good night." She hung up before Louis could reply.
"You too..." He sighed and set his phone aside.
"YES!" He yelled in excitement and fist pumped in the air. Louis was so happy right now.

"Yeah, Estelle," Zayn spoke quietly and glanced over at Ishita's sleeping body.
"Zayn my dear, I have arranged a very talented pianist for the celebration. Very talented I tell you." Estelle spoke to Zayn as she was his party planner.
Zayn grinned and left his room.
"That's great Estelle. Who is she or him?" Zayn was very fond of music and musicians.
"It's a he. Louis Tomlinson is his name. He played the piano since the age of 10. That's 14 years of experience!" Zayn's mouth formed and 'o' shape. He scratched his beard a bit and smiled genuinely.
"Well, thanks, Estelle. Just make sure that the pieces he plays are something romantic. You know about the proposal. And I want the theme to be romantic too. Rose petals everywhere and the hall needs to be well lit." Zayn spoke enthusiastically. He was planning something big. Something that he has always wanted to do.
Propose to Ishita.
"What about the expenses?" Estelle asked wearily. She had been planning this party nonstop since the last two weeks and given that he and Ishita just got back together, put a lot of pressure on her.
"Estelle, I have known for many years. The fact that you are asking a billionaire about expense is amusing. Darling gets some sleep and give me a great party." Zayn spoke cockily. He will never be ashamed of his accomplishments.
"You got it Zayn." Estelle chuckled, and Zayn hung up with a smile on his face. 

Ishita stirred around in Zayn's bed. She groaned when she heard heavy footsteps creaking the wooden floor.
"Zayn.." she muttered sleepily, and Zayn got inside the covers with her.
"Shh baby, I'm here....". Zayn mumbled and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame.
"Mmh." She mumbled and cuddled in closer to him.
"I'm here.." Zayn spoke in a calm voice and rubbed Ishita's head till she drifted off to a deep slumber.

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