Change My Mind: Larry Stylinson, Lilo, and Ziall

Chapter Eight

Niall's POV

I think that I am in love with Zayn. I deliver his mail to him every day and honestly, that is always the highlight of my afternoon, hell, that's always the highlight of my entire damn day! I can remember the day we met so easily:

I realized one day that I needed to get a job. Relying on your parents to help you out with everything isn't a good way to live and it is not attractive. So, I was saving up some money over the years, and I used that money to move to the big city: London. I was so excited to go and to get a job and to start making my own way through life.

I didn't really plan anything out very well, I just kind of went. As soon as I got there, I started looking for a flat. I found one that was really nice and incredibly cheap, for London.

I then proceeded walking around the city to see if I could find a decent job that didn't require any kind of diploma. My parents didn't have enough money to send me to college, and I never got any scholarships or anything like that so I just didn't go.

I was walking around and I came upon the moderately big building with beautiful features. The large sign, stating what the building was, said: Malik and Cowell Law. Well, I don't know anything about the law or being a lawyer, so that's out.

I was about to walk away when the doorman saw me and ran up to me.

"Young man! Are you looking for a job?" he asked me, panting from the running, even though he didn't even run that far.

"Yes, sir, but I don't know anything about the law, what good would I do here?" I asked him. He eyed me up and down and popped his head up quickly like he had gotten the best idea.

"You can be the new mail boy!" the man said.

Hmm a mail boy. That does not require any college experience. All you need to do is make sure all of the right mail goes to the right people. I could be good at that. I decided to take the man up on his offer.

"Sure, I would love to be the new mail boy." I told him. The man did a little jump and squealed a little like he had just accomplished something spectacular.

"That's great! My name is Stan, and I am the doorman." He said, smiling at me. I laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked me.

"Oh nothing, it's just that, that sentence that you just said rhymes." I laughed again.

He smiled at me and then told me to follow him so I could meet my new boss.

I didn't even have to go through the interviewing process. I just walked in and they gave me my little mail bag thing and told me to get to work.

So what I have to do is: visit each mail station in the basement, sort the mail out by floor, deliver with a smile, and to always make sure that the mail goes to the right place.

I was surprised that I was starting on the first day but I got right to work so I could make a good first impression. There are 10 floors in this building, not including the lobby, the 'sky floor' or the basement. Floor 1 didn't have that much mail. Floor 2 had a little bit more, and it seemed to escalate the farther up the building I went. Once I reached the 'sky floor' there was a bunch of mail.

I delivered all the mail and I was about to leave before,

"Excuse me?" a girl asked me. I turned around to see a girl with red hair (that you could tell was not her natural hair color), green eyes, and she looked to be about 5'10'', so a rather tall girl. She was holding a package in her hand.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You dropped this." She said smiling at me. She held out the little package to me.

"Thank you." I said smiling back at her. "My name is Niall; I am the new mail boy. What's your name?"

"Emilee and I am a defense lawyer here. Nice to meet you Niall." She said and then she walked away before I could even begin to say anything else.

I looked down at the package and it read:

Zayn Malik
Malik and Cowell Law
45 East Ridge Avenue
London, UK

I started asking around as to who Zayn was because the letter didn't have a room number on it or anything. A kind lad named Louis showed me where his office was and I thanked him and walked in.

His back was turned to me, but when he heard me come in, he turned around.

There is a moment in time when you look at someone and you know that somehow some way you are going to make them yours even if it kills you because you want them that badly. The first time I had ever seen Zayn Malik, that was my moment, and I never wanted it to go away..

"Um hi….Zayn right? This is for you." I said, handing over the package that belonged to him.

He didn't say anything, it looked like he was staring at me but then he spoke:

"Thanks. You must be the new mail boy, I'm Zayn, but I guess you already know that." He said with a chuckle. "What's your name?"

"Niall." I said quickly.

He smiled at me, "Niall….it's so wonderful to meet you."

"You too."

After that day, I knew that when I got to deliver his mail to him every day, it would be really hard to contain all of the emotions boiling up inside of me. As far as I know though, he is straight.

Every day, I die a little more because I know I can never have him…..

And that always sucks.