Zelmirah

14 Sep, 15 - 11 a.m

" Welcome to the Winter Estates. We hope you enjoy your stay. " I repeat the same thing for what felt like the fiftieth time.

The estate was opened again so me being the only host had to welcome the guests.

Seeing an escape as there was no one around, I make a run for the gate and sneak around the property and head straight for the private gates . Once I am inside, I let out a sigh of relief thanking the heavens that Rae or Verra didn't see me or they will have my head.

I remember when I was little Mom and Dad used to greet every guest. I didn't have anything against doing this but I slept at 5 in the morning and Verra woke me up at 8 . But I didn't tell them that. What will I say? I was busy gawking at boy band members. My eyes were hurting because of lack of sleep .

I go straight to my room not bothering to change my dress and lay on my bed burrying my face in the pillow.

It felt like an hour had passed and I still couldn't sleep. This always happened with me, all day when I am doing work or studying or something sleep comes in abundance and when I actually want to sleep , it's nowhere to be found.

I huff loudly and sit up . Tiredly I make way to the washroom and change into my pjyamas. Opening the braids in my hair, I sigh in content as I run a hand through my hair.

My phone dings with a message and I look around not knowing where I kept it. Aah! There you are laying on my bed.

Maurine :
Bring your ass to the store by 1 p.m. Outfits need to be selected.
P.S bring coffee for me

Shaking my head at her text I groan loudly , I had just changed into my pj's.

Who was Maurine? She was the head designer's 20 year old daughter who was doing an internship with her mom at the store. Her mom Amelia and my mom had been working together for almost 12 years now.

She was the only one of my age at the store and helped me get through the day without letting me feel out of place or not needed.

My phone vibrates again and I see another message from Maurine.

Maurine:
Don't show up in your pj's.

Ugghhh. I get up and walking towards my closet I grab the arm of a sweater which was sticking out. Once I yank it out, I see it's a black white striped sweater. What to wear with it now ? I decide on a skirt and a pair of black vans. ( outfit on side )

Leaving my hair in the messed up form they were I head out grabbing my car keys.

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I open the door to the store and once I am in I greet the girl at the cashing register and the other sales person.

The store was a two storeyed building while the basement was where all the work was done. The building was quiet huge.

As I reach the basement I see more activity around than usual, well it was normal since the fashion week was 4 days away.

Fashion week? The London Fashion week. Yes, we were taking part in that and it started on 18th and this was the first time my mother's designs will be showcased at such a big platform. So obviously it was really important.

I head straight to the office where I knew Maurine and her mom will be, greeting everyone on my way.

Knocking on the door, I hear a muffled come in and i enter.

Maurine and Amelia look up and smile at me. I wave at them and Muri as I called her runs towards me when she sees the coffee cup in my hand. I had stopped to grab a cup of espresso from Prufrock Cafe and ended up having breakfast. Their brownies tasted like heaven.

I chuckle as she greedily grabs it from my hand and takes a whiff of the coffee.

" Hi to you too Muri." I say and she gives me a smug smile.

" Hey Ren ( short for Renée ) and Thanks for the coffee ."

Amelia motions me to come over and I sit down and start discussing the outfits and which model was going to wear which dress. It was a winter-fall collection and the dresses were beautiful. Most of the work had been completed by mom , I just needed to finish it off.

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Zayn

14 Sep, 15

" Do we really have to ? We just started the break and - " I hear Harry talking exhaustedly with the new management head.

" Fine. We will be there. " He sighs as he hangs up and faces me while I give him a questioning look.

" London Fashion Week.18 September. We need to go
there. "

I nod not really bothered, I knew I will not be bored.

It was 1 in the afternoon and we were waiting for the boys to arrive. We were in the backyard , Lux was playing beside me riding her scooter while me and Harry enjoyed the sun.

I hear the bell ringing again and again and I share a look with Harry. Louis is here.

I run to open the gates and once I do, as I guessed Louis was standing there with a pissed off look.

He goes inside pushing me on the side, " I thought you were never going to open the fucking door. "

Shaking my head I follow him inside as I pick his luggage which he had so kindly left for me to carry.

" Hello to you too Louis. '' I say sarcastically as we go inside. He waves at me not even giving me a glance as he takes a water bottle out of the fridge.

" Uncle Louis!! " I hear Lux and she comes running towards him and he opens his arms and picks her up kissing her face.

" Aah my little homie." He says as he tickles her stomach making lux giggle.

Harry enters and stands beside me putting his arm around my neck as we watch Louis play Lux. Louis and Harry were the best with kids according to me.

" Hey Louis. " Harry says as he does a fist pump thing with him and I pout.

Louis laughs and we all go for a group hug and Lux squeals as we squeeze her.

" No group hug is complete without us." A voice says which belonged to Liam and I turn immediately.

Niall nods and we all hug each other. I was really happy to see all of them, as I had really missed having them around.

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We had relaxed for the rest of the day. Harry had told them about the fashion week we had to attend so everyone decided to go shopping tomorrow. Lux particularly was very happy with the plan.

Now it was 10 p.m ad Liam and Lux were already sleeping. Niall and Harry were playing a game on the PlayStation.

I was on the roof pondering on whether I should call Renée or not. I really wanted to but I think it would be weird if I just called her every night. What if she thinks I am a stalker or something? Or worse she doesn't want to talk to me?

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Zelmirah

14 Sep, 2015 9.50 p.m

I was really tired with all the work at the store. Verra had made me a dinner of white sauce pasta and now I was sitting in the living room on the couch with a blanket and a novel .

Novel ? Diary of Anne Frank. I don't know why but I really loved this book. This was probably the 5-6th time I was reading this.

Why I was in the living room? Well I was sort of hoping that Mister Malik would call. I was really curious to know if my suspicions were correct or not.

Maybe he wouldn't call today. Maybe he will. Maybe he didn't want to talk.