Protective or Obsessive

Emily's in the war zone. Parents murdered, forbidden of friends and one heck of a protective body guard... Well more like obsessive. After the tragic, mysterious murder of Emily's parents, her high up, powerful Sergeant of an uncle, assigns Zayn Malik - top soldier of the military - too become her own personal body guard. Facing the troubles of those unnamed that killed her parents and a mysterious new stranger that seams to be linked into a lot of things. Emily is also faced with the unfortunate, difficult task of trying not too fall for this hot, well build body guard of hers.

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5. Zayn Malik

Ok so maybe the idea of my own personal body guard sounds kind of cool. But! That's just my childish fantasy side. I don't actually want some guy following me around beating up mean people.

"Emily you said it yourself, you don't want to move, therefore, I have come up with a better solution" my uncle informs me whilst that Zayn guy just continues to smirk at me. He's loving this isn't he.

"Uncle! It was a freaking break in, I wasn't hurt and I don't need a body guard" I demand. My uncles eyes turn to fire and I know I've pushed it too far.

"Emily!" He raises his voice angrily, "you will not question me" he almost growls. My head immediately drops as I look down shutting up. He grunts rolling his eyes,

"Sorry" I mumble. My uncle turns back to Zayn without another word in my direction.

"Mr Malik would you be enabled to take up this task" my uncle asks, a little more than just a task don't you think.

Zayn nods with a sly smile and soon enough his eyes catch mine. God there gorgeous. My uncle turns back to me.

"It's settled then" my uncle grins. I want to scream at him that it's not! That I don't what a body guard but I know that's now a good idea. I would only get into more trouble.

"He will be staying here, I trust you to make sleeping arrangements Emily" my uncle says. WHAT! He's sleeping here. No, no, no.

"But-" he cuts me off with just the lift of his hand, he dosent even say anything further on but leaves me and Zayn in the hall alone together. I groan and stomp my foot onto the ground folding my arms like a stubborn child. May I remind you, that's all I am. I hear a chuckle and turn to Zayn glaring. Top soldier of the military! Pfft sure. He might be good but I very much doubt he's the best. He's so cocky! Aren't soldiers meant to be all serious and that? I suppose it's a bit of a result, if I am to have a body guard, I don't want one that always really serious strutting around all the time. But. He has to start talking if he's freaking staying with me for a few days... I hope that's all the time he'll be staying.

"Do you do anything else but smirk maybe talk" I remark rolling my eyes.

"Oh I do talk, I just don't when I don't feel the necessary too" he grins flashing his sparkling pearly teeth. His voice is a little more... How can I put it... Bouncy? I don't know, it just isn't as dull and boring as I would of thought. Well, I suppose having looks like that, he's got to have a decent voice to go with it. Why again am I putting so much thought into his voice. I roll my eyes at his comment then glare once more.

"Is that why you ignored me when I asked what you was doing in my uncles house, twice may I add" I growl beginning to get angry. He simply grins and falls back against the wall behind him and folds his arms.

"You didn't need to know, therefore why waste breath" nope! I'm going to kill him! Top solider or not if I have to deal with him for another second, he's dead!

"You are the most ignorant and cocky person I have ever met" I snap and at that moment I nee to leave, he's winding me up way to much.

"So where am I staying" he calls after me as I storm away. Kill me or even better kill him. Agh, Zayn Malik your way to cocky!

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Hey, sorry know it's really short but I didn't know what to write haha xx

Hope you liked it, comment what you think and like please xxx

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