Through The Dark [ Z.J.M ]

Alia, a petite quiet girl who has a passion for style that she just can't give up. But when he parents force her into becoming what she cannot she'll snap. She runs away from home to... England. She starts living a new life with her best friend just wanting to achieve her dream. But will she get more than she expects....


2. First Day!

Uhm... Idk if it's been really THAT long but I decided to update again! I'll soon be updating like 2 or 3 times a week in a few because I'm finishing up an important project and I'll be free afterwards! Thanks for all the support! -ZaynLoverxX


* * * Still Alia's POV * * *


'There is no way in hell that Syra landed me such a huge job,' I thought to myself. Lou Teasdale has been my inspirational ever since. And working with her will be just as an honor for me! 

"We're here!" Syra sang as she turned off the engine of her car. I quickly got out and took my stuff out of the trunk. I took in the exterior of her flat. It wasn't too big nor too small, it was kinda perfect for a girl like Syra.

She unlocked the door and we both walked in. "Weeeeell, this is it my lovely." She said. "Hm... Not too shabby, love" I said with a hint of a English accent while putting my bags down. We both laughed. 

Knowing that Syra was a clean freak, everything was very organized and looked very sophisticated. "So, who supplied you with this home?" I asked again. "I have a deal with management, they showed me the place and I got it for a cheaper lease than it was. I have to pay the lease with the money I make." Syra explained. "That's cool?" I said while sitting down in the living room couch. 

"Oh I almost forgot! How was your trip!" Syra asked. "Pretty okay... I mean I slept throughout most of it and the rest was spent stressing out" I explained. Syra engulfed me into one of those bestie hugs. "Al... You know you were born for this profession! What is there to worry about?" She comforted me. "You're even better than me!" She continued. "It's just that... Even mom went against me! And she's always with me and I just..." I trailed off explaining. "Yeah I know..." She replied.

"Anyways, I have to get to work at around 4:30 and it's already 4:00 so let me just get ready!" Syra said really fast. "Alright! What am I supposed to do while you're out?" I asked. "Oh yeah, you're coming with me." She said lightly. "WHAT?! ME? NO! NOT NOW!" I panicked. "Sh Sh! You can change, look good do whateveeeer!" Syra said. "One question: Where's the bathroom?" I asked fast. Syra pointed towards upstairs, "Up, On the right." 


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By this time is was already 4:15 and I was almost ready. Light tan skinny jeans and matched it up with a tan tank top with a grey knit, off the shoulder sweater. (Like this: ) I was doing my makeup in a sort of way to not look too over the top and not too lazy. So I lightly packed my face with a thin layer of foundation and on top I did my eyes in a gold-ish shade with eyeliner and mascara. I let my loose curls fall near my mid-section. I was ready. 

I walked downstairs and saw that Syra was looking at me in all smiles. "Great way to awe your bosses." She said with a smirk. We walked out and we both sat down in her car. She drove off in the other direction we came from earlier. 

* * * * * Skipping Car Ride * * * * * 

"Just reminding you to be yourself. The lads are pretty nice, they'll love you, I've told them loads about you so you'll be fine with blending in." Syra filled me in with the details about her work. Today the boys were doing a photo shoot and the hairstylists were supposed to get them ready.

We walked into the dressing room and it was so live. Everyone was talking and laughing. Syra and I put took off our coats and hanged them up on a hook near the door. Niall came up Syra and hugged her. "Hey Ireland!" Syra said with a laugh. "We've been waiting ladies! And aren't you going to introduce us?" Niall said pointing at me. By this time, most of the people who were in here earlier had left and it was just the 7 of us. 

"Well guys, this is Alia or Al for short. I told you guys about her. And here she is..." Syra said. All the boys were smiling and looking me up and down. While I just had a smile on my face. I waved at the boys and they all waved back except for... Zayn. 

"Hellorh, guys." I said shyly. 

"I have to get to work! Be a dear and help me out!" Syra yelled all of a sudden. "I'll do Harry,Niall, and Louis while you get Zayn and Liam. Got it?" She commanded. "On to it Psycho!" I said with a laugh. "Shuddup!" Syra hated that. 

"I walked over to Liam who was smiling towards me. "Hey, how you doing, love?" He asked. "Haai, and good thanks!" I replied with a smile. "I'd just like the light quiff please." Liam said in a nice tone. I took some gel into my palms and worked it through his hair.

I kept wandering me eyes over at Zayn. He was just so mysterious, he hadn't said a word to anyone. He was just staring down at his phone. Every now and then he would look up but go back to his phone again. I finished with Liam and he looked in the mirror with a grin. "Awesome, Al" He said. "I'm glad you liked it." I smiled back and moved onto Zayn. 

Zayn put his phone down as I came up to him. "Hello..." I said in a small voice. Why did I get so quiet in front of him? Was I developing a crush? Oh hell no, Alia... All of a sudden Zayn started snapping in front of my face. "O-O-Opps sorry!" I said coming back to my senses. "Aha, no problem." He smiled. His smile... Was just so mesmerizing. "Uhm, would you like a quiff?" I asked. "Erm... I guess yeah whatever looks good to you." He replied. 

I started working through his hair fast yet carefully. "Hey are you Pakistani? Or Muslim by any chance?" He asked mid way of the hair styling. "Yeah, I'm Pakistani but I was born and raised in the US." I replied. "That is so cool ya know." He said. 'He talks?' I thought to myself. I finished up his hair and freed the way so he could look in the mirror. "Looks great, thanks Alia." He said. "It's Al" I corrected him. "Yeah I like Alia better though." He winked and walked away. 

His smile, his talk, his cheeky moves were just killing me. I had seen Zayn on the tabloids and magazines and stuff but he was so much hotter in real. 'Hold up Alia are you developing the actual crush on Zayn Malik from One Direction?' I thought to myself 'You silly silly girl...' I thought. 

"Lets go watch the shoot, huh?" Syra asked while I was putting away the materials I used. "Sure?" I replied.


Soon enough I was going to get trapped into this. 



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