Zayn's POV
I caught my breath when a beautiful brunette man came into view, a bright smile and neatly styles hair
"That's him?" I asked
"Isn't he hot?" Mara asked "every girl here loves him, even Harvey!"
"I'm agreeing with Harvey that is sex on legs" I nodded
"Check out his rump" Mara whispered
"That's a cute booty"
"I know, right?" She asked
"Is he single?" I asked "and gay?"
"Taken, but gay" she nodded "one hundred percent"
"Who's is boyfriend?"
"An idiot" she said "he's a giraffe but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He's a lawyer though, a good one too"
"Damn, I want a slice of that boy'
"His name is Mr Horan"
"H-Horan?" I choked on my own saliva
"Something wrong?"
"N-no not at all it's just that Horan-"
"Hello Mara" I heard a gorgeous voice behind me "I couldn't help but hear my name"
I didn't dare turn around, but I got a tap on my shoulder
"And who, might you be?"
"Zayn" I turned to face the stunning person
His eyes widened a little bit "Zayn... Malik?"
"Yes, how did you know?" I asked
"Don't know" he shrugged "just a guess, welcome if you're new"
"Which I am"
"Actually Zayn" Mr Horan said "could I have a discussion with you-"
I was thankfully cut off by my work phone ringing
"Hello, NH and co, this is Zayn Malik speaking, how may I help you?"
"Jesus Zee, long speech" Josh laughed
"Devine" I rolled my eyes
"How's your job?"
"Great. Other than the fact you just cut off the CEO"
"Shit, if you get fired you can punch me" Josh said
"It's fine, I'll see you when I get home"
"Bye, love you!" Josh sung
"Bye" I laughed
"Who was that?" Mr Horan asked
"Nobody important" I said "it was a call for me and it's personal"
"Fair enough" he nodded "now, Zayn... It's great to see you again"
"I beg your pardon?" I asked
"It's been a very, very long time" he smiled softly, placing a small piece of paper face down on my desk "Zaynie"
My breath hitched... Nobody had called me that in years. He nodded as a farewell to Cho and Mara before winking at me
"I'll see you later" he whispered
Then he stood proud, back straight, shoulders back
He walked off in a relaxed yet professional manner, my eyes falling to the paper in front of me
I slowly picked it up, curling my fingers under the top and lifting it up. I almost cradled the paper with my fingertips, gasping at the photograph
