You sigh, as flip open your notebook and read your neat handwriting.
"Morning, Zayn," You say, as he trudged into the hotel room, his hair messy and fatigue obvious in his eyes.
He glances briefly at you, before returning his attention to your coffee cup.
You watch, wide-eyed, as he swipes your coffee cup from your hand and sips it, licking his lips afterwards.
"More sugar," He mumbles, as he heads inside towards the kitchen, claiming your cup as his own.
"What the-" You started to curse, when you hear a loud yell.
"Personal Assistant!" You purse your lips, hating when Zayn mocked you about being his assistant. Instead, you should be the one mocking him, for he is the only one from the band which needs assistant to watch where he goes and keep his reputation clean.
You get up and trudge to the kitchen, trying not to roll your eyes at him.
"Yes?" You grit your teeth, staring directly at his hazel eyes.
"We're going to the studio today. I feel artistic today," Zayn spoke, making you internally roll your eyes.
"Sure, anything else?" You ask, with a neutral tone.
"Actually.." Zayn playfully taps his chin, making you groan.
You walk out of the kitchen, sit in your previous position, as you hear Zayn humming in approval of your coffee, making your stomach rumble.
You huff and stand up, planning on making another mug, but Zayn stops you.
"Here," Zayn returns to the kitchen and comes out, another mug in hand. He stretches his hand, containing the mug, towards you and you gratefully accept the steaming mug of coffee,
"T-T-Thanks," You stutter, when you see his eyes cringe because of his smile.
"Don't mention it," Zayn shrugs, before walking out.
You smile, as you sip your new coffee, realizing Zayn knew exactly how you like your coffee.
**
"Here we are," You start to say, as you stretch your arm to push the door open, but Zayn beat you to it.
You roll your eyes as he rushes into the studio, not bothering to hold the door open for you.
You follow him to his personal room, as it was your first time here. You glance at the white, clean walls, some covered with large paper charts.
You watch Zayn curiously, as he picks out some colors of spray paint from a large collection on a table and smiles devilishly at you.
You feel your phone vibrate and you walk out the room to take the call, telling Zayn you'd be back.
**
You come back inside, after finishing your call with Paul, to be greeted by an extremely suffocating smell.
"Z-Zayn-" You struggle to breathe, as the pungent smell sharply enters your system and you cough, all your body parts numb.
"Shit, (Y/N)! Put this on," You hear Zayn's muffled voice, as his blurry figure runs towards you.
You feel a contraption around your face , nose and mouth, decreasing your air flow a little.
You feel Zayn's arms around your shaking waist, as he seats you on a chair, kneeling down in from of you.
"You alright?" He asks, his hazel eyes coming clearly into view, as he gazed into yours.
You nod weakly, captivated by his looks, not by the toxic smell of the spray paints.
