Heyy guys! :D sorry about the huge wait, R/L is a pain in the backside! Sorry about yet another lengthy chapter...they are going to get shorter, i just have too much to say :P i really hope you like it, i'm trying to bring back the cheeky christian we all know and love! ;)*Hides under table again* Enjoy..i hope!
oh, by the way, the bits in italic are syed's thoughts that he is thinking. Sorry if it's confusing, i tried to make it as clear as possible! :P
this is for everyone at WFCTGIO! Your words of encouragement inspire me to put fic before homework ;) love you all! xxx
No copyright infringement intended, all of the characters (unfortunately) belong to BBC and EastEnders.
Closing the door behind him, Syed looked at Christian, not sure whether to take him seriously or not. Opting for not, Syed looked at the other people drowning in the room's silence, and broke it with a laugh.
''It's strange that, you never were one to crack jokes. Or crack a smile for that matter.'' Syed joked, hoping for a good response, to no avail. Christian put on a sarcastic laugh, before rolling his eyes in Syed's direction.
''You don't get it do you? I'm being serious, Syed. We're getting married. Look, I hate this as much as you probably do, but you know, unless you want me to leave the country for a year…well, do you?'' Christian realised what he'd just said, and the answer he predicted from Syed is something he couldn't be bothered with right now. ''Wait, don't even bother answering that. Bottom line of it is, you're going to have to marry me Syed! Well actually, we're not exactly getting married, but…well, we are kind of getting hitched in a way, then again…'' Christian's eyes drifted away from the focus on Syed's as he began to put together the pieces of the jigsaw, trying to figure out whether to tell Syed they were literally getting married, or to just try and pull Syed round to the idea of pretending to be with him in the first place. His thoughts were sharply interrupted by the sound of a clap coming directly from his assistant.
''Okay, okay, and the Oscar goes to…Christian Clarke! Brilliant, you got me! Now can we just lay off this whole 'wedding' charade and concentrate on the fact that if you don't come now, this guy on the phone is going to go ballistic and put in a bad word for the business. Now, being the driven businessman that you are, boss, I don't think you'd want that, would you? So, come on!'' Indicating his words at Christian, Syed made his best attempt to persuade the others around him to just admit that it was all a joke; however, as he glanced at all the very serious faces surrounding him, Syed began to wonder if they were, god, he couldn't even bring himself to think it….if they were telling the truth. Would he actually have to marry Christian?
''Mr. Masood…take a seat please.'' Edmond firmly told Syed. Gritting his teeth, Syed prevented himself from repeating that someone was on the phone demanding Christian's attention, before taking a seat next to his now very smug boss. Christian had obviously noticed the bewildered and slightly annoyed look on Syed's face, and was already enjoying basking in his early signs of misery…
…
''No. No, no, no, no, and again, no.'' Dismissing the situation, Syed's palms met his face for yet another time that day. He just longed to go home.
''Oh, come on Syed, it's hardly like this isn't for your sake as well. If Christian left, we would have no other option but to hand operations over to Dennis, and you know he'd fire you, he hates you!'' Edward explained, trying to make the situation sound more beneficial for Syed.
''Yeah, only because he's jealous of the fact that my job is a lot more high maintenance than his ever will be. Anyway, why don't you avoid that happening by handing Christian's job over to me, you know, he's only going to be gone for a year, I can handle things.'' Syed was clearly making up excuses to wriggle his way out of the situation.
''Oh come off it Syed, you know yourself you don't have enough experience. You might be top notch at following instructions, placing orders, reading manuscripts and all that stuff, but when it comes to making deadlines, giving out the orders, and genuinely just running a whole flipping business, quite frankly, you wouldn't have the slightest clue.''
Syed rolled his eyes and let out a sigh at how right Christian was. He hated that, when Christian was right. His smug expressions always wound Syed right up, and Christian knew it, which is probably why he did it in the first place.
''Don't worry, we've sorted everything, we've spoke to the immigration office and filed your fiancé visa application, oh, and you've got a scheduled interview at 10am on Friday morning. Mr. McIntyre will jet over ask you every little question that a proper couple would know about each other. He will then dive in further and ask your family, friends, neighbours and co-workers, and trust me, if your answers do not match up on every account, then…''
''Whoa, whoa, whoa! And where exactly is this Mr. McIntyre jetting off to?'' Edmond had to stop speaking after Syed piped up from where he was sitting. Trying to make it as clear as possible, Edmond went on to explain how Christian and Syed were going to jet off to Marmaris on Monday to inform Syed's family of the 'engagement'.
''What? I…well, how...how have you even found out about me going to Turkey this week?'' Syed quizzed, utterly bemused.
''Well, technically you weren't going to turkey, because…'' Christian began to speak, but Syed was in no mood to take his 'I am the boss' nonsense.
''Oh, shut up Christian!'' Syed made an involuntary yell, slightly snappier than he meant for it to sound. ''Look, even if I did agree to all of this, there is no way my family would buy it!''
''Why not?''
''Have you met my mother?''
''Well that was a stupid question. Of course I haven't…''
''It's called sarcasm, love.''
''Don't 'love' me, Syed…''
As the two men continued to argue indignantly, Edmond began to have small doubts about everything. Zainab had been on the phone 3 times that day asking if they'd heard from Syed about his decision for Turkey. Despite continuously giving her the same answer, that they didn't know anything about this trip, Zainab pursued and pursued until she got the smallest amount of details from them, such as Syed's desk phone number for her to ring. Prejudice it may seem, but Edmond could tell from the phone calls that Syed's mother was inquisitive, pushy, interrogating, and would not give up until she knew everything that was going on, which would prove to be an obstacle for Syed and Christian's constant lying. Because Syed knew what his mother was like, Edmond knew it would take some persuading him this time, so interrupted Christian and Syed's argument in order to make the assistant rethink the whole charade.
''Alright, you two, give it a rest. Look, Syed, how about I give you a deal in favour of your future? If you go through with this, you know, the whole immigration interview, then Christian will allow you to meet up with Richard from Beckett's books in order to discuss your move over there to work as editor, which is your dream, right? You know, to be away from Christian and to be an editor, which is something Mr. Clarke here, will not let you be. Additionally, Mr. Masood, if you were to be in the hands of Dennis, who would fire you, you'd have no job, and Richard won't be impressed if he discovers you've been fired, will he? It doesn't look good on you, so this is a one off opportunity! Hmm, deal?''
Christian's once smug expression fell, and a frown appeared upon his face. He flared his nostrils and inverted his eyebrows, not being able to comprehend what Edmond had just said.
''What?'' Christian began to snap at the office man. ''You're willing to ship him off to a rival company just so he can get his dream job? You can't be serious; I'm not that difficult to cope with for four days, am I? I mean, come on, how am I supposed to find a new assistant?''
''Oh come on Christian, it's the least we can do, I mean, if he's willing to carry out this farce just to keep you in the country. Unless…you fancy losing your job for a year, hmm?''
''Oh blackmail, right, great. No, I won't do it. I'm not marrying…that.'' Christian muttered, indicating his harsh words at Syed.
''Oh, charming. Spread the love, why don't you?''
Christian imitated Syed's last words, scrunching up his nose and putting on an extremely childish voice.
''Oh of course, very mature, yeah, call yourself a business man…''
Christian and Syed continued bickering, until Christian eventually stood up from his place, demanding there was nothing in the world that could persuade him to live with Syed for four days.
Edmond panicked, knowing if Christian walked out, they would lose him to deportation for a year, and they'd have to employ Dennis, who wasn't a patch on Christian in terms of working standards.
''No, Christian wait! How about a raise? If you two go through with this, he can go for the Beckett's Books interview, and you can get a raise.''
Christian's eyes darted upwards, and a smile spread across his face. He obviously liked what he was hearing.
''How much?''
''10% of your current salary.''
''10%! What the…what is this, a game show?'' Syed exclaimed, in complete shock. Ignoring his assistant, Christian decided to play the game further with Edmond.
''Make it 20% and I'll do it.''
''Fine. Deal. 20% raise if you marry Syed and do the Immigration interview.''
''Oh my god, you're mental.'' Syed exclaimed.
''Deal!'' Christian chirped up, grinning from ear to ear.
''What? I haven't even agreed to it yet!'' Syed frantically attempted to get the others to hear him, but it was like talking to a brick wall.
''Okay, on Monday morning, I'll meet you at the airport, we'll fly over to Turkey and you'll introduce me to your family under the title 'my fiancé'. Over the course of the four days, we'll put on a convincing act that our charade is real, as well as learning all the rubbish about each other that we need to know. At the end of it all, we'll do the interview, make Mr. McIntyre believe we are truly in love, and after the given time we need to stay together, we can be happily divorced before you know it. I don't want to hear none of your silly little excuses about your family not buying it and it being too much of a bombshell with the baby and all that, because, quite frankly, I could not give a shit. I'm sorry that this is all a bit much too soon, but I'm afraid Syed, like it or not, your wagon is hitched to mine for the foreseeable future, Capiche? Okay, good, see you at the airport. Later Edmond.'' Not even giving Syed the chance to respond to his rant, Christian gave Syed a cheeky wink to wind him up further and saluted Edmond with his hand, prior to strutting out of the door. He really was full of himself.
Frozen on the spot, Syed was speechless. His brain hadn't even begun to comprehend what was happening. Had he even agreed yet? Nope. But, Christian said so, and that was that. Besides, he didn't want to get fired by Dennis, and he was being given the opportunity to receive a job as an editor if the interview with Richard went well. It was potentially four full days with Christian Clarke for a future away from him…great. He just had to get through it as he'd got through the past few years with Christian, and he'd be fine. Plus, his mum may not approve of Christian's mannerisms, but he was undeniably gorgeous on the outside. This could be a chance to prove to his mother that he can pull somebody, and he wasn't lonely. Talk about proper rubbing it in, Syed thought. However, just as he was beginning to see the brighter side, Edmond burst his bubble.
''Thank-you so much for doing this, Syed. I mean, it's on the rare occasion that people get found out for doing stuff like this, so you probably won't end up spending the possible five years in jail, you know…'' Edmond began to babble, spilling out words that he realised he shouldn't have said. Delayed reaction, much? But, what had been said couldn't be changed.
''WHAT?'' Syed's jaw practically hit the floor, as Edmond approached him and hurried him out of the office. Covering up his tracks, Edmond reassured Syed that it was nothing to worry about, because like he said, it was on the rare occasion it happened. And with that, he left Syed standing outside of the office, on his own, with nobody to answer to. This was it, Syed thought. He had no other bloody option…unless he wanted to spend a year on the streets looking for a job…
…
The silence was deafening. Both men were perched on chairs, side by side on an aeroplane, on their way to four days of possible hell. Syed was staring pensively out of the window, contemplating what he was going to say to his mother to excuse Christian's snobby behaviour. Should he say he had mood swing problems? No, that would be completely ridiculous. Or, that he was always like this in new company? No, Zainab wouldn't be impressed by that. Oh god, Syed really didn't know what to do for the best.
''So husband, where are we staying this fine, fine holiday?'' Christian prodded Syed in the stomach, obviously loving Syed's discontent. Rolling his eyes, Syed pushed Christian's hand away from any close proximity with himself, before replying to his question.
''Don't call me that. And at the house, we're staying at the house.''
''Is it a big house?''
''What does it matter?''
''Well, excuse me for not wanting to stay in a squalid little flat with a bunch of hooligans.''
''Hooligans?''
''Your family.''
''Oh my god, we actually agree on something for once!''
Both Christian and Syed laughed in unison for the first time ever. It was nice, Syed thought, to laugh with him for once. Usually, they're arguing, so to laugh with him was, well, a change really. Not that it would last for long…as Christian decided to casually pull out his briefcase from under his seat.
''What are you doing?'' Syed questioned.
''Getting out my accessories.''
''Accessories?''
''You know, gloves and stuff.''
''Gloves…what? Christian we're going to Turkey, not the Arctic.''
''I know, don't get your knickers in a twist. But, I have to look sophisticated…'' Christian explained, pulling the gloves onto his hands and wiggling his fingers in Syed's face.
''Right…sophisticated…yeah.'' Syed rolled his eyes in his boss' direction, not expecting any less from him. Out of the corner of Syed's eye, he noticed a box of DVD's at the bottom of the briefcase. Quizzing Christian on what the DVD's were, he pulled them out of the case.
''Family Guy? You watch family guy?''
'' It's hilarious, Syed! Oh, come on… don't tell me you dislike family guy!''
''Christian, it's rude, not funny, and Peter Griffin is a total insult to adult intelligence.'' Syed lectured Christian as though he was his mother.
''Oh, you don't know how to have fun.''
''Rich coming from a boring, work obsessed freak like you''
''Well that was uncalled for.''
''Your anti-fun attitude is uncalled for.''
''Oh, real original insult there, Syed.'' Christian said, sarcasm drowning his words. Syed exhaled a heavy sign, before resting his head on the back of his seat and closing his eyes shut. And, back to the arguing they were…
…
After what seemed like forever, the plane finally landed. Syed felt a solid fist being thrust into his arm, and he woke up with a start.
''OW!'' Syed rubbed his arm in an exaggerated manner. ''What was that for?''
''You fell asleep, so I woke you up.''
''By breaking my arm!'' Syed spoke through gritted teeth, obviously frustrated with the other man.
''Don't be such a drama Queen, that didn't hurt. Anyway, it's not my fault you fell asleep.''
''Well you could have woke me up with a little more…I don't know, grace!''
Christian ignored Syed and arose from his seat, his briefcase clasped in one hand and his sunglasses in the other. He glanced from left to right, looking at the array of people blocking the aisles. Christian wanted nothing more than to part from the plane, so he put his usual manners into action and began pushing people out of the way to get to the front, much to Syed's dismay.
''What the…Christian, you have to…you have to wait! Oh, for Christ's sake!'' Syed yelled across the plane, trying to get his boss's attention. He turned to other passengers who were being gently pushed out of the way by a very forward Christian and apologized for his partner's behaviour, while Christian continued to act like he was more important than the rest of the people around him.
''Scuse' me, darlin', coming through…Christian Clarke here, most respected editor in the whole of New York, so let me past please…come on, thank-you.'' Christian spoke to each passenger that he moved out of the way, until he eventually reached the front of the plane, followed by a flustered Syed. As the air hostess dismissed the two men, with a disgraced look on her face following Christian's behaviour, they began to make their way down the tunnel which led to the airport. Syed took this as his chance to put a stop to Christian's ridiculous behaviour.
''Look, will you stop acting like you're on a higher pedestal than everybody else. You're in my world now, you're not the snobby business man, you're the man I'm going to marry, so start acting that way please.''
''Well, I don't know how else to act.''
''Look, just follow my lead and act like this is the normal for you, despite the fact that it isn't! In my world, there is no such thing as first class flights and pushing to the front because you're of a higher class, so just deal with it. We can start now, come on, we're going to get the cases off that conveyor belt.''
Christian stared ahead of him, noticing the crowd of people surrounding the place they were about to go to.
''I am not waiting in that colossal bunch of idiots, Syed, alright, no way. You can get my cases for me. ''
''Again, with the pedestal thing. This is what normal people do, so it's what you will do. Now quit acting like you're at home in New York, you're not, you're in Turkey now. Come on.'' Syed coiled his fingers around Christian's solid wrists and dragged him over to the conveyor belt in order to collect their cases. He better get Christian as trained up as best he can within the short space of time before his mother's arrival. What was she going to make of his behaviour? Oh, great.
…
''Is there no air conditioning in this airport, I'm too hot.'' Christian whined, his eyes darting around the area surrounding him.
''We are in a foreign country, Christian, they do tend to be quite warm.'' Syed pointed out sarcastically. ''Besides, why don't you just take off your stupid gloves if your too hot.'' Pulling one of their cases off the conveyor belt, Syed looked at Christian in sheer awe. For a business man, he wasn't the brightest of sparks, especially when it came to common sense.
''These are not stupid, they are designer FYI. Anyway, what difference do a pair of gloves make, it's still going to be like a sauna in here.''
''Well, I did tell you to come in something sensible and cool.'' Syed remarked, curling up his fingers to make inverted commas in the air. ''And, you came in a suit.''
''I always wear suits, you know that. I never realised it was going to be this warm.''
''Well what did you expect? Oh, please tell me you've packed something other than suits, Christian.''
''Of course I have, how stupid do you think I am!'' Christian gave Syed's eyes full attention from his as he spoke, trying to work out what Syed was really thinking in terms of the answer to that question. However, there proved to be no need. Syed very bluntly said, ''Very stupid,'' before turning to the conveyor belt to grab the last of their cases. Turns out he did do all the work, despite telling Christian to get his own luggage. What was the point though? Syed knew he wouldn't do stuff like that, it's all too much like hard work for him.
Just as Christian was about to respond to Syed's insult to his intelligence, Syed's eyes expanded into a wide form and he spoke through his teeth to Christian.
''Just smile, be polite and remember, we're supposed to be in love.''
''What?''
Syed's mother didn't even give Christian the chance to figure out what was going on as she approached the two men with open arms, a man slightly taller than her with slick, black hair and a dark skin tone following closely behind. Syed's parents had arrived.
''Pappu, oh it's so nice to see you!'' Zainab remarked, pulling Syed into her embrace, who happily accepted it. ''Oh, I've missed you so much!''
''I've missed you too mum.'' Syed replied to his mother, whilst parting from their hug. He glanced over at Christian and tilted his head towards his mother, trying to signal Christian to greet her. Syed then repeated the same actions with his dad, hugging him and speaking of his wellbeing, leaving Christian to meet Zainab.
''Oh, and you are?''
''Christian Clarke, I'm erm…I'm your son's fiancé. Christian tried to come across as natural as possible, pasting a smile on his face for Syed's mother.
''SYED! You never informed me of this! I wasn't even aware you had a boyfriend, never mind a fiancé! You better have a good reason for not telling me, Syed, a good reason! '' Snapping at her son, Zainab waited for Syed's explanation. ''Anyway, it's lovely to meet you, Chris.''
''It's Christian.''
''Yes, of course...welcome to the family Christian.'' Zainab opened her arms hoping for the same reaction off Christian as she received from Syed. This wasn't the case, however, and Christian took a step back, before holding out his hand in order for her to shake his hand. The woman's once cheerful expression disappeared; however she remained silent for once, and took Christian's hand that he was offering her.
''So, why didn't I know of this, Syed?'' Zainab returned her focus to her put-upon son, who was making an attempt to muster up an excuse whilst Christian greeted his father. Just as one reached his mind though, Christian pulled away from the handshake he was currently in with Masood and dived in with a reason.
''Oh, we wanted to surprise you, didn't we Syed? You know, let you meet me in person instead of Syed having to describe me to you down the phone. It's better, you know, seeing me in the flesh, handsome as I am.'' Christian winked at Zainab, who just gave Christian a polite, yet strangely disapproving 'ah' in response. Syed kicked Christian discreetly in the leg, before boring his eyes into him, trying to give him the message that normal people did not boost their egos like that.
''Anyway, we best get going, the bus will be waiting.'' Masood shattered the silence between the four of them, whilst Christian's face crumpled into a look of disgust.
''A bus? Isn't that, like, public transport?''
Syed sighed and put his head down. Yep, real smooth Christian. Real normal people stuff there. Zainab pondered over whether to take Christian seriously, before choosing not to, and bursting into a cascade of rapturous laughter.
''Oh, that's really funny. Don't act like you've never been on a bus before, I mean, come on...everybody's been on a bus, right?''
''Not me, I'm afraid.'' Christian stated bluntly, leaving Zainab puzzled. Syed knew he had to jump in before the situation got any worse, so he grabbed Christian's hand and pulled him over to the side, informing his mother that they just needed to be excused for 'two seconds'.
''What the hell do you think you're playing at? Public transport? As handsome as I am? What the hell was that! You think it's funny, I bet.'' Syed tried to whisper to Christian, but somehow the anger seeped through his voice, and his tone was louder than he meant for it to be, causing Zainab to question if everything was alright. After reassuring his mother that everything was, he turned back to Christian.
''If you keep this up, my mother is bound to dislike you, and don't you think we've got enough on our plate lying to her, without having to cope with her hating your guts!''
''Look, Syed, I'm just being myself, alright? My parents always told me to never change for any guy on the planet, because they should love me for who I am.'' Christian folded his arms, displaying a smug look on his face. He knew fine well he was winding Syed up.
''Oh, give it a rest Christian. Just come down off the pedestal and start acting like a normal person. I'm supposed to be in love with you, okay, and I can't be in love with someone who acts the way you're acting.''
Christian nodded understandingly.
''Oh, okay, I get it. Normal person, I can do that. I'll be the doting fiancé, that's cool with me.''
''Good. Good. Now, let's go over there, and start fresh, yeah? Cool.'' Syed exhaled his breath which he was unaware of holding. He strolled casually back over to his parents, hoping Christian was going to act on what he'd just told him.
''Sorry about that mum, we just needed to discuss…erm, something. Look, I'm desperate for the toilet, I'll be back in a sec, yeah?'' And with that, Syed turned on his heels, signalling Christian to make an effort with his parents whilst he was gone. He only prayed Christian wouldn't say something stupid again…here's hoping.
…
Syed returned to the sound of cheerful laughter. He glanced over to see his mother, father and Christian happily chatting away, acting like they'd known each other for years. Syed ran over to make sure he hadn't missed out on anything.
''This young man has been telling me a lot about you, Syed.'' Zainab grinned.
''Has he? Like what?''
''Oh no, you don't need to know, he's just catching us up on what we've missed from you whilst you've been living in New York, haven't you Christian?''
Christian nodded, a smile etched upon his face. Syed wondered what he'd been saying. Nothing embarrassing, he hoped. Well, whatever it was, his parents certainly found it hilarious, given the sight he'd seen coming back from the toilets. At least Christian was getting along with them, which was a start.
''Syed, why don't you go and see if the bus is there with your father, I want to stay and talk to this lovely gentlemen.'' Zainab told Syed, smiling at Christian, who was grinning right back at her. Syed shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'okay then', and then he began to walk off with his father. Just as he began to walk though, a voice yelled at him from behind. It was Christian.
''OI! Am I not getting a goodbye kiss?'' Syed couldn't believe it. Did Christian realise what he was saying? Oh My God.
''I'm only going to the buses, I'll be back in 5 minutes.''
''Syed, Christian is right. You two are in love, you are supposed to kiss each other goodbye, no matter how long you are going to be away from one another.'' That was his mother, off on one again.
Syed mouthed the words 'what are you doing?' towards Christian, but didn't want to come across suspicious to his mum, so just walked towards Christian in an uncomfortable fashion.
''Go on Syed, give him a kiss goodbye.'' Zainab insisted.
''Yeah, give me a kiss.'' Christian winked playfully at Syed, who looked anything but amused. What was he playing at? He'd been told to act like a normal person, not to have a total personality transplant. Syed muttered the word ''bastard'' under his breath, before tilting his head, and awkwardly kissing Christian on the cheek. Wiping his palms on his jeans, Syed turned to walk away, thinking he'd got off lightly.
''Oh, what was that, Syed? Give him a proper kiss; be a gentlemen, I did not bring you up to behave like this. Kiss him on the mouth, like you mean it.'' His mother really was off on one this time. Were they in on this together or something? Syed couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't want to kiss Christian on the mouth; that was so wrong. You're not supposed to kiss your boss, are you? However, he wasn't going to be let off. His mother kept pursuing him, saying things like 'come on' and 'today would be nice' to her son.
''Fine. Fine.'' Syed gave up, slowly shuffling towards Christian, whose eyebrows were raised in a smug manner. He had his arms wide open, ready to pull Syed into his embrace. Syed began to mutter to Christian through gritted teeth, telling him to just ''do it really fast'', but before he had chance to finish his words, he felt a hand pull him closer, and that was it. His mouth was enveloped in Christians. Their lips melted together, tasting each other as their mouths explored the other man's. Christian really was loving this, wasn't he? Syed tried to pull away, but Christian seemed far too keen on the idea of remaining in connection with him. To disguise discomfort, Syed moaned slightly as they werekissing, trying to make it seem as natural as possible. Funny thing was, after a few seconds, the moans became natural…
Syed flinched as he realised what was happening. His heart was…it was beating faster. And faster. And faster. He felt his stomach flip in unison with his heart beats as his mouth was wrapped in Christian's. He felt sick. Sick in a good way. Almost as if he liked it…he liked kissing Christian. No, of course you don't Syed, don't be ridiculous. But Syed felt felt the churning of his stomach and he felt the racing of his heart. This was a good feeling, a pleasurable feeling. He couldn't possibly be falling for Christian, already, could he? Syed, you've only shared one kiss. One kiss. That's not enough to know you have feelings for somebody, is it? But, the kiss feels so natural…so…right. Oh my god, get a hold of yourself Syed, you're not supposed to feel like this. This isn't right, is it? Coming over all funny because you're kissing your boss. Oh My God, SNAP OUT OF IT SYED, you're work partners, this doesn't mean anything. This is just a deal, remember? And he's just your boss. You hate him...don't you? Yes. Yes you do, Syed, STOP IT.' The thoughts whirled around Syed's head as the rest of the world fell away, and he got lost in Christian, so much so that he'd forgotten to actually pull away. As he did so, his mother began to speak again.
''That's more like it, Syed, a good old fashioned snog.''
''Yeah, I'm happy now, you are free to go.'' Christian joked, his grin wide and his eyes blazing into Syed.
Syed could only force a laugh in response. He longed to look at Christian whilst he spoke, but didn't dare, in case Christian noticed in Syed's eyes how he was feeling. But maybe Christian feels the same? Oh, don't be silly Syed, of course he doesn't. But then again…why would he pull me in for such a kiss? Why would he keep it going for so long? Oh, it's obvious why, Syed, he's playing a game here. Toying with your mind. Don't fall for it; just remember what he's usually like. Arrogant, cocky, disgracefully mannered. Yep, this is all an act, isn't it? The thoughts swam around Syed's head, alienating his once was 'I hate Christian' frame of mind, before his daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by his mother's voice.
''Go on Syed, go with your father. Give me a ring if the bus is there, I want to talk to Christian some more.''
Knowing he wouldn't be able to form anything but incoherent words, Syed just followed his mother's orders and turned to walk to the buses with his father, thoughts buzzing in his mind yet again once Zainab had stopped speaking.
He's just your boss Syed. He's just your boss. And this is just a deal, nothing more, nothing less. Anyway, it's probably just a random phase, you don't really feel like this about Christian, It's maybe just cause' he's such a good kisser. Like, a really good kisser. His lips were so smooth and gentle, his mouth so warm and…OH STOP IT. Just a deal Syed, just a deal, and that's final.
But the further away from Christian Syed walked, the more he could feel the sensation of Christian's eyes burning through the back of his head. He was staring at him. Totally staring. Despite his curiosity, Syed didn't dare turn around to check if Christian really was looking, or if it was just Syed's mind toying with him. All he knew was that he needed to forget everything that he just felt. And soon.
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