Unconditional

The End

We drove up to the Modest! Management building. Zayn held my hand the whole walk up to the upper floor. We walked over to the secretary.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat. She looked up from her desk.

"How may I help you?" Her voice reminded me mildly of Minnie Mouse. I would've laughed if I hadn't been so fired up.

"We're here to see Trenton Watts?" Zayn told her, smiling slightly.

"Right this way," she said, leading us to his office. "You may go in." She shut the door behind us and I felt Watts' beady eyes on my back.

"Hello, Ms. Peyton. Mr. Malik," he nodded at Zayn and I. "Is there any particular reason you're here?"

I laughed slightly.

"Yes. There is," I said, not losing it quite yet. I felt Zayn squeeze my knee reassuringly. "We would like to inform you that I have regained my full memory." I informed him.

"Is that so?" He scoffed.

"Yes, it is!" I shot back.

"Then prove it." He glared at us. "Tell me one thing you remember."

"When you forced him to go out with Perrie Edwards on a dinner date because you thought that a 'famous person' would match a lot better with Zayn than a 'normal person'," I said, smirking slightly. Watts narrowed his beady eyes.

"You could've easily read that off the Internet," he said, smirking in return.

"But this I wouldn't be able to read off the Internet. I believe what you said was:

"'It's nothing personal, Ms. Peyton. Actually, it is. I don't like how you're influencing the boys when it comes to Modest!'s decisions. I think that Ms. Edwards would understand because, she too, is famous. She understands that everything we do is for a reason. I do hope you understand.'" I looked at Watts. "And I believe that I said on return:

"'Kiss my ass.'" I looked at Zayn. "Darling, doesn't that sound about right?" He nodded.

"Yes. And Watts, on behalf of I, Liz, and the four others, we would like to say goodbye. We no longer need your services. Goodbye." Watts narrowed his eyes.

"You wouldn't. You can't, Malik."

"Oh but I just did," he replied. "And I can. According to our claus, it says that any mistreatment by management toward band members or family members, also significant others that have been in the life of a band member for more than two years is contract violation. All I have to do is run it by the other boys."

And with that, Zayn turned on his heel, and we left. I could practically feel Watts' eyes on our backs as we left, and j couldn't help but look at the pretty boy next to me.

"Love you," I told him softly.

"I love you too babe."

The End