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Zayn looked down at her as she worked on his pant legs. There was so much she didn’t know about him; who was she to judge him? Her responded bothered him more and more and time passed. Hanna was just like the rest of the public that didn’t really know him. “Like I haven’t heard that before,” he finally replied. Zayn struggled to stay patting and still as she worked, “you know I should probably report you for abuse or something, since you like stabbing me and all.”

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Hanna let out a dry laugh as she stood up. “You could try but I don’t work for you, technically.” she shrugged. She sighed and wrote some measurements on a piece of paper. “I’m not even getting paid for this. As soon as Aspen gets over her hangover I’m leaving.” she scoffed. She motioned for him to go and change, “I won’t make you try on the rest if you promise to be nice to me.” she said with a small smile.

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He did feel slightly sorry for her, having to put up with his antics and all without getting paid. At least with Aspen, she was well compensated and Zayn actually enjoyed her company. He tossed his head back in relief, “Thank you, jesus. I just want to get some sleep.” Zayn headed off in the direction of the make-shift dressing room to try on the next outfit, “I’ll pay you if you make it easier.”

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Zayn hissed as the pin made contact with his tanned skin. It was no comparison to pain from the many tattoos he has received, it was more for show, to be an asshole. “Are you deliberately trying to stab me, or?” Zayn shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know why you’re bothering with the sleeves, I just roll them up anyway.” Zayn sighed once more and stayed quiet while she did her work. The sooner he stopped putting up a fight, the sooner he could go back to bed, hopefully.

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Hanna rolled her eyes, “I take it back. I’m not sorry. I’m glad I stabbed you.” she snapped. She continued what she was doing, trying to ignore Zayn’s attitude. “I’m just doing what I’ve been asked to do.” she mumbled. After she finished with the sleeves, she moved on to the pants legs. She sat on the floor, measuring and pinning. “You’re like the stereotypical boy band member, you know?” she said, looking up at him. “With the whole asshole attitude.” she said with a small smirk.

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Zayn looked down at her as she worked on his pant legs. There was so much she didn't know about him; who was she to judge him? Her responded bothered him more and more and time passed. Hanna was just like the rest of the public that didn't really know him. "Like I haven't heard that before," he finally replied. Zayn struggled to stay patting and still as she worked, "you know I should probably report you for abuse or something, since you like stabbing me and all."

#para: Hanna

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Zayn looked her over once more, “what are you like fifteen? Don’t you have school or something?” Zayn knew he was being an ass but he didn’t care, that’s what they got for waking him to so early. They should have known by now that Zayn always needed to go last at a fitting. Zayn ignored the girl and walked over to the rack with his name hanging on it. He sorted through the clothes quickly not caring what he wore or what he looked like. “Just put me in something so I can get out of here.”

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Hanna rolled her eyes. Typical bad boy attitude. “Eighteen, actually. I graduated early.” she told him. She scan through the clothes once more, handing him an outfit. “Go put this on and let me see it. It’s for red carpets” she said. Hanna ran a hand through her hair and watched as Zayn walked away. It was amazing how someone so attractive could be such a jerk. When he came out, she grabbed her tape measurer and some safety pins. “The arms on your blazer a bit long.” she said as she rolled the sleeves up and pinned them, accidentally poking Zayn with the needle. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she said, looking at him, genuinely concerned.

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Zayn hissed as the pin made contact with his tanned skin. It was no comparison to pain from the many tattoos he has received, it was more for show, to be an asshole. "Are you deliberately trying to stab me, or?" Zayn shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I don't even know why you're bothering with the sleeves, I just roll them up anyway." Zayn sighed once more and stayed quiet while she did her work. The sooner he stopped putting up a fight, the sooner he could go back to bed, hopefully.

#para: Hanna

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Zayn was annoyed to say the least. Their assistant had woken him up far too early, when all Zayn wanted to do was sleep for at least another hour. That was the thing about tour, no one sleeps. He cursed under his breath, pulling a jumper over his head and slipping into some jeans. He should be dreaming about some hot girl, really good food, anything at all instead of going to try on more clothes. Zayn didn’t understand their management’s need to prepare a wardrobe for them for shows anymore. They hardly were the same band that wore coordinated outfits anymore. Hell, Aspen was lucky if Zayn and the boys would even keep their clothes on. He groaned once more as he walked down the long hallway to the fitting room. Zayn sighed loudly when he found Aspen no where in sight. Instead, there was a young blonde looking back at him. “How the hell did you get in here?”

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Hanna examined herself in the full body mirror that her mum had set up. “Did you really have to drag me here this early?” she groaned to Lydia. She ran a hand through her silky blonde hair and sifted through the clothes. “Yes, dear. Aspen is sick and she can’t be here and I need your help.” she said. She sighed heavily and put her ear phones back in and looked at the clothes. “Take those out.” Lydia said as she pulled out Hanna’s ear phones. “Which one is coming today? And why do you even bother with wardrobes? They all end up half naked by the end, anyway.” she said, her tone dripping with attitude. Before her mum could answer, Hanna looked up and was startled by Zayn. “Excuse you. Lydia is my mum, unfortunately. And I’m here to help her since Aspen can never seem to get out of bed on time. The girl can’t handle her liquor.” she said as she rolled her eyes.

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Zayn looked her over once more, "what are you like fifteen? Don't you have school or something?" Zayn knew he was being an ass but he didn't care, that's what they got for waking him to so early. They should have known by now that Zayn always needed to go last at a fitting. Zayn ignored the girl and walked over to the rack with his name hanging on it. He sorted through the clothes quickly not caring what he wore or what he looked like. "Just put me in something so I can get out of here."

#para: Hanna

Zayn was annoyed to say the least. Their assistant had woken him up far too early, when all Zayn wanted to do was sleep for at least another hour. That was the thing about tour, no one sleeps. He cursed under his breath, pulling a jumper over his head and slipping into some jeans. He should be dreaming about some hot girl, really good food, anything at all instead of going to try on more clothes. Zayn didn't understand their management's need to prepare a wardrobe for them for shows anymore. They hardly were the same band that wore coordinated outfits anymore. Hell, Aspen was lucky if Zayn and the boys would even keep their clothes on. He groaned once more as he walked down the long hallway to the fitting room. Zayn sighed loudly when he found Aspen no where in sight. Instead, there was a young blonde looking back at him. "How the hell did you get in here?"

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