You guys please give me feed back for this. Thanks. ( Zayn Malik is watching) 😏😏
People were everywhere. Not like normal people. Famous people. My job is actually quite exciting. Working at a high class restaurant for celebrities is amazing. I'm a waitress. Yeah. Quite nice to meet famous people. I serve at parties, balls, you name it.
Last week, I served at the Brit Awards. It was fascinating. I got to meet Ellie Goulding. She was such a sweetheart. You have to be nice to them and they'll be nice to you. If you don't, you get reported to the owner.
"Molly! We need you! People want wine here!" David yelled.
David's my boss and he's a total arsehole. Even though I'm the best waiter, I have the most pressure. I hate this job right now. I have to way his party.
The CEO of Malik Records. He's the biggest billionaire in London.
Where do I start with him? He's from Bradford. Like me. I went to school with him. Let's just say we don't have avoid past. He was my bully all through my school years. Now he has his own record label. You probably think he helps out since he makes so much money? Nope. He's a cold hearted son of a bitch.
I was walking around with the tray of wine in my hands. Going up to people asking nicely if the want a glass of wine. I don't lie wine the much. Others think it's good or the drink cause they think they're classy.
As I was walking someone pushed me and made my tray fall on someone. I heard people gasp around me. I bent down and pick up the glass. The person got down and helped me also. I looked up and saw the devil himself.
My heart stopped. It felt like I couldn't breathe. God! I hate my life right now.
"I'm so s-sorry, Mr. Malik. I got pushed. "
"It's okay. It's not your fault. It's really crowded in here." he said.
He looked up at me and smiled, but soon faded.
"Molly." he said.
"Hi. I'm sorry. I truly am. I should go."
I grabbed my tray and quickly walked away. I put the broken glass in the trash bin and turned around. I gasped. He pushed me up against the wall hard and I groaned.
"Well nice to see you again."
That evil smirk came upon his face. Ugh! not this high school bullshit again.
"What do you want?" I asked shakily.
"No. Question is: what do you want?"
"Nothing. I swear. It was all and accident."
"Yeah. Okay. You just want revenge for what I did to you in high school. You just embarrassed me in front of my clients." He said.
Hatred and angry were written all over his face. Tears were down my face. He brought his fist up and I closed my eyes ready for the punch.
"Hey! Let her go!" Someone yelled.
"What are you going to do about it?" Zayn asked.
"I'll post this video on the internet. So we can show people of how much of an arsehole you really are. Then if that happens, your recording label will probably get shut down." The person said.
Zayn let go of me and whispered in my ear.
"This isn't over." he said.
I ran over to him and hugged him. I cried into his chest. He hugged me tighter.
"No problem, babe." he said.
I pecked his lips and went back inside. Liam and I gathered are belongings and started to walk to out car. Thank god this night is over! I'm still worried. Zayn's words were stuck in my head. It's like a death threat.
"This isn't over."