The next day, I was having a job interview. You know, the one I told Zayn about. I was sort of tired while walking on the street with Zayn. I turned to look him - what could be going on in the mind of the fresh demon. He turned to look at me and from the look on his face, he was suspecting something.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" he
asked in surprise. I face palmed.

"How would I when you were hugging me like a teddy bear?" I asked. The only thing I could get out of him was a hard laugh.

"It's not my fault. I warned you before time." he said- still laughing.

"Uh....no you didn't. You told me when we were about to sleep. Anyways, I slept." I said while pouting. He brought his face close to mine with playful eyes.

"For how long?" he asked me. He was expecting some sort of response from me. This troublemaker with a playful smile somehow had a way of getting on my nerves.

"Three hours" I said and he laughed louder. In that moment, I remembered something. He is Zayn Park from a popular book that literally everyone knows. If he's walking everywhere, wouldn't everyone recognise him and wonder....

"Pssst! Zayn" I called him, touching him with my elbows. He turned to me swiftly. Can a human being move that fast? Oh yeah, he's a demon.

"You're from a popular book. If people see you... things will escalate very quickly." I said like a lecturer. He touched his chin and started to think. He hadn't thought about that. He started to smile in a strange way.

"Hey. I'm popular. It's not a big deal." he said. I face palmed so hard.

"You're a book character." I said with a strict voice so that he could get my point. He turned to me with these eyes. Those eyes looked like a bunch of mixed emotions.

"You really think I'm just a book character?" he asked me with a voice as smooth as honey. I felt that that jolt of electricity - what I would call- a spark.

"I'm actually real. Do you know who wrote the book?" he asked with the same voice. When I was about to respond, I looked up and saw that we were at our destination. I turned to him and sighed lightly.

"Zayn, please I am pleading. Wait here until I'm done with my interview. Maybe when I'm done, we can go grab some icecream." I said and tried to pull out the sweetest smile. He smiled in a very strange way that put me on edge. I hoped he was thinking of another mischievous thing to do. I stepped in and what I saw blew my mind. The surrounding looked like a hotel and smelt like air freshener. I walked up a very long staircase and opened the door that had my name on it. I saw a man - well dressed in a white suit with two women sitter beside him.

'Was is this? A yakuza office?' I thought in my mind.

"Good morning" I said then he bowed. He looked at a couple of papers on the table.

"Bethany Halloway?" he asked.

"That's me." I said, giggled and sat down.

Now, get this. I had barely even started the interview when the woman who had called my manager to tell me about the job ran it. She looked very worried.

"Excuse me miss Bethany. By any chance, is that guy who looks like Zayn Park from Dark Hour your friend." she asked. I nodded slowly - like someone about to die.

"He's with a very- very large binocular." she said and ran out. Now, get this. Zayn was spying on me with a giant binocular in a public organisation. I ran to the window and saw him wave at me. When he took the binoculars out of his eyes, they were red. I turned to the man who was going to interview me. He shook his head in disbelief and stood up.

"I'm sorry Miss Bethany. I believe you're new to this so you don't know the rules. Why don't we just postpone this interview?" he said and kept the paper in a folder. I speedingly walked out of the office and ran downstairs. I angrily opened the door and saw him sitting on a chair with his arms folded - pretending he did nothing. I felt like exploding in depression and thunderous anger. I can't continue being chased out of every interview. My hands were sweating and that's when I became very serious. I gazed directly into his eyes.

"Do you intentionally want me to lose this opportunity? This can make me earn more money and further my career Zayn. This isn't a joke." I said in anger. I didn't look away from him even once. I didn't even notice my voice was shaking until I finished talking. He was laughing under his breath and looked up at me. He was seriously smiling. I angrily punched his arm. He just looked his arm like an insect touched it.

"Not painful." he said teasing me. I walked past him and angrily walked home - on my own.

When I got home, I saw him sitting on my bed. His clothes were changed. I ignored him and took my clothes into the bathroom to change. When I closed the door and turned back, I saw him standing behind me and I shrieked.

"CAN YOU STOP?!!! YOU GOT MY INTERV-"

"Did I really? You should have told him told him not to bother about postponing it." he said, raising a brow. He had a point. I could have just done that. I did not know how to react. I just looked at the floor and scoffed.

"Could you please excuse me?" I said with a low voice. He disappeared. What was up with him? Trying to ruin things for me and then tell me a very simple way I could have solved the problem? It was annoying. When I was done, I went out of the toilet and sat on the bed with Zayn. I didn't look at him but he was looking at me. I took out my phone and sent a text to my boyfriend - Charles Bobbin.

"You have a boyfriend?" Zayn asked me in a strange way. He sounded shocked - sort of.

"Uh.....no....I mean....YES!" I said. I felt guilty. Why was he making me guilty. Of course I had a boyfriend.

"What's his name?" he asked trying to peep into my phone. I turned the face of my phone down and frowned at him.

"What?!" he asked me with a childish voice.

"Why are you trying to peep into my phone?" I asked angrily. If course I was angry. He disgraced me.

"Ok mum. I'm sorry. he said and disappeared.

"I - I didn't say -" I said with a low voice. I was angry but I didn't want him to go. I felt a spark on my toes and it made me shake. Zayn appeared again on the bed with his arms folded.

"You don't me to go?" he asked with a caring voice.

"Do you actually care?" I asked in a curious way. He shrugged and laid on the bed. He rested on a pillow and smiled. It made soo confused.

"Ask yourself." he said and faced the other way. I started to scratch my head. What did he mean by 'ask yourself'. I started to tap him to ask him what he meant but he was ignoring me.

"ZAYN!!!" I shouted his name.

"Shhh! You are making noise. I'm trying to sleep or.... should I use you as a pillow again?"he said in a flirty way and turned to look me. He had a mean smirk on his face.

"Jerk." I said and went off the bed, although, something was off with me. My face was hot. Was I blushing?

Congratulations! You've completed part 3. 💖 Does Zayn care that she has a boyfriend?