[Now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fucking dream I'm living in, baby love me cause I'm playing on the radio]

It's already been a week since Zayn success story sweep the web. Paparazzi been hounding Zayn every move and he's a bit scared of all the media attention he's been getting. Liam had to supply extra body guards just in case for Zayn's safety.

Zayn is being escorted to Payno's Discovery HQ to be brief on what are his responsibility as a new found internet celebrity. Zayn is being rushed into Liam's office and takes a seat in front of him.

"Good morning Zayn, how are you?" Liam replies with a commercial smile.

"Tired, but I'm doing great."

"Wonderful, what I need from you is to give me your password for all your social media accounts. It for a precaution, like you say something that could be spun into a negative news article."

"I haven't made any social media websites accounts yet." Zayn yawn quietly.

Liam slammed his hand on his desk making Zayn jump in fright, "What do you mean you haven't made any social media accounts!? It's been a week since you became famous! Do need to interact with you fans you idiot!" Liam spat.

"I'm not an idiot and I'm sorry, I just don't know how to make one, can you help me please."

"Do I have to do everything for you?" Liam huffed.

"Aren't you the manager? You are suppose to be helping me not being mean to me."

"Why you little twit-" Liam starts, but his door open.

"Papa." Zayn greets with a smile and hugging his father.

"How are you Zayn? I was checking us in a really nice hotel a few blocks down. In a month or two, we get to find a brand new house to live in."

"Really? Can I graffiti art on my bedroom wall!?" Zayn asked in awe.

"Yes you can and you can pick out whatever you want in your room." Yaser replies holding Zayn's hand.

"Thank you papa." Zayn cheers, bouncing up and down.

"No, thank you Zayn. You made all this possible because of your beautiful talent. I'm so proud of you Zayn." Yaser praised.

Zayn felt warm inside that his father is proud of his new fond success. Zayn just wants to make his father happy and to make sure he gets the best treatment in life.

"Thanks papa, I'm happy you like graffiti art. Mommy never liked when I made art, she said it was ugly." Zayn pouted.

"Well, you and I both know that your art work is beautiful and not ugly. Can you step out the room for a moment, I have to talk to Liam for a second."

Zayn nodded and left the room while Yaser closes the door.

"Hello Yaser, how can I be of service?"

"You can start by not treating my son so rudely and disrespectful. You don't call him an idiot or a retard. Zayn told me yesterday that you called him that and now I hear you calling him an idiot? Watch what you say to my son." Yaser growled.

"I'm sorry Yaser, it's just-"

"It's just nothing, you have no reason to belittled Zayn, he may not be the most advanced teenager who doesn't really use social media or isn't those snotty spoiled kids that have hormonal instinct. I've monitored Zayn all my life, so he's not accustomed to being put down or any negative situation in his life, so watch your mouth."

"My deepest apologies Yaser, I will personally give Zayn a apology right in front of you, if you like."

"Yes that would be make me feel slight better instead of breaking your face in two." Grumbled Yaser, opening the door.

Zayn walks back in and takes a seat on the chair, as he swings his feet back and fourth.

"Zayn, I would like to apologize for my rude language I called said to you and last week as well. Very unprofessional of me." Liam says proper.

"Thank you Liam. Can you help me with making my accounts, please?"

"Sure, sit at my desk, I will explain what each of them to you."

For twenty minutes Liam explained to Zayn on how each social media works and what to do.

"Now you have to have a screen name, make sure Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram have the same account, so your fan can follow you."

"Can I put GraffitiZaynMalik as my name?"

"That's actually perfect. Yes you can."

"Yaaa ok." Zayn says cheering, creating his account.

"Son, do you have a password in mind?" Yaser asked.

"I was thinking Papa as the password, is that ok?"

Liam nodded, "Yes, but add some numbers to it and we have a surprise for once your done."

"I love surprises!" Zayn says with joy and manage to complete making his accounts in ten minutes.

"Ok, have made special tanks tops and shirts from your art graffiti that you've done on that alleyway. It would be smart for you to wear one and put those on you're accounts, but different pictures with a different clothing piece of graffiti for each social media account." Liam says casually.

So like the art that drew of my name can be my Twitter icon and the the drawing I did of a ironman can be my tumblr picture?"

"Yes exactly, we also made custom snapbacks with your art and we already establish a website where people can buy them, we just going to add the links on your accounts, now go change and we can add pictures to your accounts."

Zayn excitedly nodded and left the room to go change. Zayn been itching to some new graffiti art to show his fan, hopefully he will get to interact with them soon.

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Ride me faster Louis! I'm so freaking close!" Niall yell moan, throwing his head back. Last night Louis couldn't get over Niall recent transformation, so he been dying to have some fun with his friend.

Louis began bouncing up and down hard on Niall's length rotating his hips in every direction, while Niall kept smacking Louis's bum until it turn red.

"Flex those arm muscles for me." Louis moans.

"I knew you wouldn't resist my new look." Niall smirks, gripping onto Louis's waist and slamming him harder up and down his length. Both screaming out in ecstasy as the both came at the same time. The smell of intense erotic séx filled Niall's room.

"This probably the most memorable sex we had in a long time." Louis murmured, kissing Niall's chest.

"It's still early, are you staying later tonight? We can make round two happen." Niall grins, putting on his tank top back on.

"I don't think my arse can handle anymore for today." Louis says chucking pulling up his tight jeans on and clipping the button on.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" Niall asked, hope filling his voice.

"Sorry, I have alots of projects and homework, I actually need to get done."

"What am I suppose to do?"

"Wank off to that Zayn kid video, I've seen you watching him more times that I can keep count." Louis smirks.

"I do not."

"Yes you do, you've been looking all over the web for anything new videos or pictures." Louis shot back.

"Maybe I do, but he's just a one hit wonder, I bet he's not taking this media attention seriously."

"I will help you find him." Louis groans, sitting on Niall's lap and typing Zayn's name on the Search bar on Twitter.

"I found a GraffitiZaynMalik, this has to be him and it's verify. Damn I've never seen someone so new become verify so quick." Louis mutters.

Niall quickly pushed off Louis and click on Zayn's profile pic of him wearing a tank top with a snapback laughing in the picture.

"You can say thank you Louis for finding his Twitter account." Louis added.

"Thanks." Niall manage to vocal out, as he stares fondly at Zayn's new picture.

"Your drooling Niall."

"Do you see his perky arse? Geez things I would do to it."

"My arse is bigger than his and Kim Kardashian combined, I gotta leave. Bye Niall." Louis replies loudly, leaving his basement room feeling jealousy conquer his judgement.

Niall couldn't stop staring at Zayn pictures, he will get to know him no matter what it takes.
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