all i have to do is just have ziall bond bc as of now mostly everything is set for the shit show of the ending. So, once Zayn hits the point where he like likes niall BUCKLE UP, FUCKERS, THIS SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET T R A G I C

okay whew i just needed to get that out :) excuse my language im excited :)

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"Why?" I find myself blurting, looking back at her. 

She's in deep thought, "I had made something, Mr. Malik had told me and i had placed it downstairs. I cannot recall what the object was, but it had that symbol." 

Thanks for the help, old lady, your age is getting to you.

"Once you figure it out, please tell me, im considering tossing this junk." I mumble, walking back over to the table with my friends. 

~(time skip to the next day)~

I wake up bright and  very early the next morning with the same knot in my stomach as i had two days prior. 

Today was a lesson with Zayn. 

My nerves must have gotten the best of me, as i was up before sunrise. I could still make out my room through the small amount of moonlight that shined through the window.

I checked my dresser for any new gifts, and to my surprise, i find a pen. 

Another gift? 

I wonder how much trouble this will cause me.

Its a dark blue ball point pen that had the same design as the necklace. A silver snake coiled around the tip of the pen and stopped at the bottom. 

It sparkled in the moonlight, making the pen look even more beautiful.

The pen was small, but weighted, leading me to believe it was crafted with quality materials. 

I slip the pen inside one of my pockets,  and made my way to the cherry wood door. Once i reached the door, i knocked lightly as i didn't want to disturb the sleeping staff. 

I waited for about a minute, fighting with myself on weather or not to knock again.

To my surprise, the door opened, revealing a slightly sleepy Zayn. 

He's opening the door for me? Talk about progress!

"Good morning, Mr. Horan." He slurred, reaching up one hand to rub his eye to rid it of crust. 

"Good morning, Mr. Malik." I smile softly at him, finding his drowsy state slightly endearing. 

Today should be easy, he's hopefully too tired to catch onto my questions.

He widened the door, expanding the slit for which i could enter. 

As soon as i stepped foot in his office, the butterflies returned to my stomach, only this time they seemed to be twice as excited. 

He follows me up the steps, breaking apart from me to slump down in his desk.

His head resets in the palm of hand, and his eyes fought to stay awake. 

"Have i come too early?" I shyly ask, watching as he takes long blinks. 

"Mmhmm," He hums with his eyes still closed and a small smile on his lips, "All is well." 

While his eyes are closed, i take a chance to really admire him. 

He's very handsome, actually. 

His face seems to be so proportioned; dark, chocolate hair; clear, olive skin; clean, 5 o'clock shadow, and beautiful, charcoal eyelashes. 

What i seemed to be drawn to the most was his lips. 

His full, supple lips. 

Oh how i wanted to kiss them

I'm such a homosexual.

And im sure he must be, after all he did offer break our professionalism.

"What does your mind yearn to learn about today?" He mumbles, the words barely being formed. 

"The muscles, please." I request, watching as he slowly turns around in his chair and reaches for a book. 

He lazily and unknowingly grabs a journal from the top shelf in his sleepy haze. 

"We have a lot of muscles." He states, tossing the book on the table and rolling back to the desk. 

The journal was completely black, no engravings or details except a small piece of masking tape that had the name 'Julia M. Smith' scribbled in sharpie. 

"There are three types of muscles: cardiac, smooth, and skeletal," He begins to lecture, still keeping his eyes closed, "Cardiac is found in the heart, smooth in the intestines and esophagus, and skeletal on the skeleton." 

While he mumbled on about the muscle, i quietly picked up the journal and hoped he wouldn't notice. 

I held the journal close to me and ran my fingers down the cover. 

The evidence that Louis was talking about. 

My fingers flip open to the first page, and i see a note. 

I'm sure you will have a fun time with her, she seems to be your type.

-Liam xx

What the hell?

I flip to the next page. 

Name: Julia M. Smith

Weight: 178 pounds

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

Blood type: A positive 

Criminal record: N/A 

Dietary supplements: Lactose intolerant

Mental concerns: N/A 

Notes: Other than her cousin (Lisa Smith) and aunt (Avery Smith), she has no close relatives or friends.

8/23/24 Transferred from being a maid to a caretaker, inappropriate activity with Louis Tomlinson. She has complained of stomach problems, may be pregnant. Sent downstairs for testing.

So this is some type of employment file?

There must be something more to this journal than just a file! There has to be...

I begin to turn the page, but stop myself. Zayn seemed as if he was done talking and ready to open the journal. 

I quietly place the journal back where it had been and innocently look at him. 

"-And now we shall look at examples of-" He stops himself, his eyes widening as he read the cover of the journal he had placed down. 

"Pardon, i must have grabbed the wrong journal," He stutters, snapping out of his haze and shoving the journal back into the top shelf, "I am very exhausted this morning." 

He grabs a journal from the bottom shelf and double checks it before placing it on the table with a nervous smile, "You didn't happen to read the previous journal, did you?" 

"No, i was listening to your lecture. Why? Should i have?" I tilt my head, trying my best to seem true. 

"No, Im glad," He lets out a sigh and mumbles, "That would have been unfortunate." 

"Anyways, did you have any questions?" He asks, clasping his hands together on the desk. 

What else is in that journal?

"What is your favorite muscle?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair and placing my head in my palm as he did earlier. 

"Zygomaticus major," He thinks, "Or minor." 

"Minor?" I ask. 

Why are there two sets of the same muscle? Cant it just be one muscle?

"A smaller version of the major." He clarifies, answering me as quickly as i had asked him.

"Like a baby version?" I curiously question. 

He cracks a smirk, "Indeed."

"Thats the cutest thing in the world." I giggle, we have baby muscles!

"Not quite." He disagrees, staring at me with a soft smile.

 "Where is it?" 

He brings up his finger and lightly traces my cheek bone, admiring my skin. "Your muscle is very strong, you must smile often." 

"I could give you a lesson to strengthen it," I offer, making him smirk, "You're already doing so well." 

"Thank you, Professor Horan," He muses, "You are very educated, how many years of college did you attend?" 

"30 years at Smart University." I find myself genuinely smile, enjoying the time i was having with Zayn. 

"You're not even 30 years old yet," He shakes his head and continues his analysis, "Smart University? Sounds like a scam to me." He jokingly raises his eyebrows.

"I'll have you know my degree was printed on notebook paper, signed with pencil." I joke, acting all mighty.

He laughs, a small and quiet chuckle, but a laugh nonetheless. 

"I seem to be excelling in your class," He says after he finishes his fit, "Shall i receive an award?"

"Depends on what you'd like."

"Depends on what you'll let me take." 

Well played, Malik. 

"What would you like from me?" I hesitantly ask, my palms becoming sweaty with anticipation. 

"I do believe earlier i had mentioned becoming less professional," He started, talking slowly, "Are you still fine with that?" 

I swallow, nodding my head. 

"Tell me when you would like to stop." He says, getting up from his chair and walking towards me. I stand up as well, not knowing what to expect.

His hands cup my face, just as Harry had done when he kissed me, but Zayn's hands were much more unsteady. 

He was nervous. 

"Mentalis," He whispers, his thumb brushes over my chin, "Masseter." His index finger presses against my cheek. 

I become distracted by the way he's touching me and defining my muscles that i dont notice how close he begins to lean in. 

"Platysma." His hand glides down my neck, the other hand mirroring on my left side. My eyes follow his hand.

"Trapezius," My shoulder is touched, then my chest, "Pectoralis major."

I look up at him with a small smile and repeat, "Major." 

His eyes fly back up to mine, excitement and nervousness filling them. 

"You are the cutest thing in the world." He fondly stated, not giving me a chance to respond before kissing me. 

His lips were soft, just as i had imagined them, almost as if he hadn't been kissed before. He was not as skilled as Harry, but more apprehensive and slow. 

That is, until he continued to label me. 

"Lattimus dorsi." He mumbled against my lips, snaking his hand around my middle back. 

His hands continued to move south as we kisses, quickly turning me on. My hands wrapped around his neck, letting myself fall into this kiss i so badly wanted.

"Gluteus medius," His hand grabbed my outer butt, then began to move towards the center, "Gluteus maximus." 

He massages my butt for longer than he does with the other muscles. 

"Adductor mangus." He grabs the backside of my leg, hoisting it up so i leaned against his body. 

I was now flush against him, feeling his own excitment growing in his pants. 

Ive never felt so wrong in my entire life. 

Here I am, making out with my boss, a rapist and a human rights violator. 

Pull back!

What have you done?

Stop kissing him!

And so I did.

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Okay so I was thinking about smut scenes and I was like HMMM. Zayn and Niall could do the nasty in his office, but it would lowkey be like bondage themed and Niall would have to be quiet incase anyone else heard so zen's hand would be on his mouth and they ahhhhh. idk man

also bro theres actually a looooot more mucles in the posterior side of the leg I just coildnt say them all and have this still be semi sexy ya know??

Questions/comments

1)okay so I roughly planned out this book and theres gonna be up to 40 chaps in here so we're over halfway done. But, that's if I write everything how I planned it to be, which I already haven't.

2)Next chap is a drama chap, hint it involves harry, what do you think will happen? Will zayn be mad he didn't get to fucc niel?

3) The journal is an employment file (usually I wanna say that's normal bc you gotta know your employees) but do you think that's all that's in there?

4) I love narry but isn't ziall the 'cutest thing in the world'? ;) 

I gotta do my homework I hate my life. I have a walt witman quiz tomorrow WTF! Sparknotes/smoop don't die on me now!

Have a nice night and day :)