As Louis left my room, I called Gracie and it turned out that she was apologizing for not calling me. Apparently, her brother had an accident and so she couldn’t call me earlier. And then our conversation went smooth. I told her about the Wonderers and how mad they were, though I liked it. We kept talking. I told her about how rich they were and everything I wanted to say.
I hung up when Harry came barging into my room. He told me to get ready in an hour so that he could take me out to show me around.
I stepped into my closet that Stacey had set up for me earlier, and I absolutely loved it. It was perfect…my style. No wonder she was a famous fashion designer. She knew what she was doing. There were a hundred pairs of dresses, shirts, pants, shoes and accessories. Everything was set. Dresses with matching sandals, and matching accessories. Going through all the stuff, I just couldn’t decide what to wear today. It was all so good that I just couldn’t decide.
“I’m home!” A voice came from the intercom. It was a girl. I had to say, I adored her voice. It was so soft, yet enthusiastic.
I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly and continued my quest. Why couldn’t I just decide what to wear today?
I heard the door of my room opening after a while. Shaking my head at their manners, I knew it was either Louis or Harry.
“Uh, Mona?” It was Louis.
“I’m in here,” I called from my walk-in closet.
“Okay…” he said. “Uh, Izzy is home.”
I peeked out of the door of closet and saw him standing against the door frame of my room. I stepped out.
“Your sister?” I asked.
“Yeah!” he said, smiling. He looked so cute. So enthusiastic. “Let’s go!” He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of my room.
We made our way towards the hall. Of course, I insisted to take the stairs. I wasn’t getting into the elevator ever again. By the end, when we reached the ground floor, Louis was breathing like an animal. His raged breathing made me laugh. He was holding his knees, bent half way, obviously tired. Whereas, I was perfectly perfect.
“Your heart is weak, Louis,” I said, serious.
“Oh, would you…” He shoved me towards the hall. I just laughed.
As I entered the hall, with Louis on my tail, I stopped. I saw a very beautiful girl, sitting on a sofa with Stacey. They were talking. Harry was sitting on other side of her. They didn’t really look much alike. Liam was also there. And he was…smiling. Wow! That was strange. He knew how to smile?
“Hey, little sister!” said Louis, approaching towards her.
“Louis!” she screamed with excitement, jumped up the sofa and into his arms. They hugged each other tight. Izzy kissed his cheek, and in return, Louis kissed her cheek. All of this was so cute, I mentally ‘Awed’.
“Hey, you’re Mona!” she said dumping Louis and approaching towards me. “God, you’re beautiful. What do you use?”
“So are you…” I couldn’t help saying.
“Thanks, I get that a lot!” She giggled. She must get that a lot. “Wanna hang out?”
“Sure!” I was surprised. She was so friendly.
“Which room?” she asked. “You pick!”
“Uh, my room?”
She scrunched up her nose. “Bad choice! I thought you’d pick something like, ‘Trending’ or ‘photoshoot’.”
“You like fashion and make-up?” I asked out loud. My eyes unwillingly dropped on Harry, who by now was smirking. He was staring at me as if he knew what I was thinking.
Izzy turned around to match my gaze and her eyes fell on her own brother. She looked back at me and smirked. “I love it!”
“Then you gotta help me. I’m going somewhere…” I said and dragged her to my room
“Oh God, no!”
And this time, we took the elevator.
“You must be tired,” I said as she finished giving me the last touch.
“Oh, hell no!” She smiled brightly. “I love fashion… You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks to you,” I said and turned to look at my refection in the mirror.
Okay, wow! I looked good. For the first time, I didn’t feel insecure about myself. She had done very light make up and the outfit she picked was casual, yet classy. I loved it.
She plopped herself down on my bed and said, “So, are you sure that it’s not a date?”
I turned around to look at her. “How many time have you asked this?”
“Now,” I spoke serenely. “What did I always say?”
“You said, no.” She frowned.
“Then?” I chuckled.
“Man! you two would look so good together!”
“I’m sure there is someone else made for me.” I stuck my tongue out at her.
“How are you so sure that it’s not Harry?” She winked.
“I’m pretty sure that it’s not him.”
“I’m pretty sure, I–”
I cut her off. “How do I look?”
“Gorgeous.” She smiled.
I took in Izzy’s appearance. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair framed her face elegantly. The hair color didn’t match Harry’s. Her big, hazel brown eyes didn’t match Harry’s either. But they were definitely gorgeous.
“Why do girls take so much time in getting ready?” Harry spoke through intercom out of nowhere, making me jump.
Izzy and I smiled as I made my way towards the intercom to reply him, “Because it’s a girls thing.”
“Oh, babe, you don’t have to try so hard for me, I like you just the way you are.” I could just picture him smirking.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a flirt!”
“You like it!”
“Or so you think!” I said. “Now, shut up, I’m coming down stairs.”
He didn’t reply.
“So, Marry, huh?” said Izzy.
“Mona, plus, Harry is equal to Marry!”
“Uh, Marry…?” I spoke uncertainly.
“I likie!” She winked and I just shook my head making my way out of my room.
“You look really pretty!” Harry said as I approached him.
“Thanks!” I smiled.
“Shall we?” he asked, extending his arm out for me.
“Oh, I can just picture you two together! I can just feel the love…” We looked back at Izzy. She had her hands clasped on her chest as she spoke dreamily.
Harry winked at her, and she chuckled.
“It’s not a date!” I said to Harry and stomped out of the house, hearing them erupt in laughter.
Harry showed me around. Every place that I had only dreamed of seeing, I saw them all. This city was beautiful. Harry was really sweet. I had the time of my life. At the end of the day, I promised Harry that I’d do something for him too.
“Anything?” he had asked.
“Something that I’m willing to do.”
And he had pouted.
The next day, I woke up late as I had arrived home late with Harry. When I had reached the house, Izzy had bombarded me with questions, like, ‘How was it?’, ‘Did you guys kiss?’, ‘Did he propose you?’ and I just stared at her blankly.
Now, as the day passed, I busied myself with work. Louis was busy in a project that he got from his university, Harry was studying…miracle, and I was just bored. The day passed somehow and I was exhausted. I had helped Stacey with the dinner as she made a few dishes and a few dishes were made by me. She would have made all by herself, but she wasn’t really feeling well, yet she worked so much for Zayn.
Oh, Zayn was coming. Stacey had asked the maids to clean up the house, and I offered to help. They said no, but I was really bored and really wanted to get myself busy with something. At last, they let me set up the sofas… How tiring! Note the sarcasm.
As I put the cushions orderly, I saw a stain on the table in front of sofa. I asked the maids for a piece of cloth to get it cleaned, and then after arguing for a minute, she gave it to me. Why were they all treating me like a princess? I liked working.
Now, as I cleaned the stain, the hall was empty. Everyone was busy cleaning up Zayn’s room before Zayn came, and before he got to know that someone was in his room, or at least, that’s what they said.
“Yo, maid!” I heard a manly voice…a different voice than I had heard around here. I ignored it. Of course, he, whoever he was, wouldn’t be talking to me.
The table was almost cleaned. I rubbed it a little more.
“Excuse me?” I heard the voice again, now, it contained attitude.
I ignored again. Why would someone talk to me in that way.
I saw feet and realized that a guy was standing right in front of me now. I looked up and my brown eyes met his brown ones. I think… I think I had seen those eyes somewhere. And then it hit me. It was Zayn. I had seen him in the picture. I adored his eyes.
I welcomed him with a smile.
“Are you deaf?” he asked.
My smile faded away. I shook my head softly and said, “No, why would you say that?” I smiled again.
He paused momentarily staring at my lips…smile. And then said, “I just called you! You didn’t listen. Stupid!”
My eyebrows merged. Did he just call me stupid?
“Are you new? I’ve never seen you around? I guess, I gotta tell mom to kick you out. You don’t know how to speak to me.”
I raised my right eyebrow at him. Okay? “Who are you, Albert Einstein?”
He laughed humorlessly. “Don’t think of me that low,” he said arrogantly.
Now was my time to laugh humorlessly. I folded my arms over my belly as I said, “Have you ever looked at yourself?” He raised his eyebrow. “Arrogance suits those, who have something in them to be arrogant for.” Okay, it was a lie. Arrogance doesn’t suit anyone.
He stared into my eyes for a while. Both of us, angered.
“Shut up, and call everyone!” he ordered.
“Why should I?”
“Attitude?” He raised his eyebrows. Why was he talking to me like that? What had I done? “What’s the attitude for?” he asked and then added with much hatred, “Bitch!”
My eyes went wide. “Excuse me?” I shrieked and my jaw dropped.
“I hate maids like you,” he spat. “Just because you’re…” he paused and then said, “doesn’t mean you’re allowed to talk to me like that.”
“Get on your knees, and apologize now.” he ordered!
“You’re kidding me!” I said in disbelief.
“What the hell is the matter with you, bitch?” he asked all flared up.
“What’s the matter with you, jerk?” I asked back, raising my voice.
“You bitch!” he roared.
“Are you crazy or something?” I asked backing away a bit.
“Have you forgotten what your status is? You’re nothing in front of me, get it?”
That hurt. I knew, I was nothing and that they were nice enough to keep me here but that didn’t mean that they could call me a maid and treat me like shit. My eyes stung. How could he say that to me…?
“People like you shouldn’t exist.” he continued. “Bitch!”
“Zayn!” I heard a voice, and looked back. It was Liam. “Why are you talk to her like that?”
Liam was defending me?
“What? She is crazy! A filthy maid,” said Zayn. I looked back at him. The tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. I turned around and walked towards my room silently. On the way, I noticed Liam giving me a sympathetic look. I hated it. I hated myself. I hated that I existed. I felt so low.
I looked back once and Zayn was staring at me with wide eyes, his mouth hanging. Liam must have told him about me. And then, I heard a cheerful roar. Everyone came to greet him, and I just walked towards my room.
That was the day. The day, I decided that I was going to show him one day. I was going to show him who I was. That I was not to be degraded. That I, Mona Martinez, had an identity of her own. One day….