As Long As You Love Me ( A Zayn Malik Romance Story)

Home... At Least It Was A Condo.

Naila had been living on her own a whole month now. It was different, she was so used to being with her mom but she liked it. No arguing with Naja over the bathroom or worrying about coming home too late and all the repercussions of staying with your parents. She could say she was homesick. Her house was not yet a home, but at least it was a condo.

Jerry already had it set up and furnished for her and surprisingly it fit her very well.

Bright colors and warm woods, not that chrome, steel stuff.

She got up to go get dressed, wetting her hair and putting hairspray in it so it wouldn't frizz all over the place.

She pulled on black tattered jeans, a silver crop top and flats. Her hair hung down her back, pulled out of her face by a small, diamond studded butterfly clip. Given to her by Taylor Lautner. Yes, Taylor Lautner.

He'd been trying to get on her good side since the photo shoot they did three weeks ago.

He bought her the beautiful clip but she kindly let him know she wasn't interested in dating anyone at the moment. He let her keep the clip and they decided to stay friends.

She got in the car she'd just bought and drive to the studio.

She bought a '64 gt mustang fastback. She had a thing for old vintage muscle cars. She also got her motorcycle license and bought a Ducati. She rode that when she was in a rush. She pulled into the parking lot of the studio and walked in with her coffee, which she had a suspicion she was becoming addicted to.

"Naila! You won't believe who thinks you'd be an amazing photographer for them?" Jerry said walking up to her.

"Hopefully Oprah or Bill Gates?" She said making him chuckle.

"Not that high but in a few years he could be."

"Just tell me Jerry."

"Simon Cowell."

"Awesome!! I like Simon he's funny."

"Well he likes you and he wants you to do the photo shoots for his artists he manages."

"So who are we doing today?" she asked.

"Go look."

She walked around the corner and saw the boy band who has been making a craze across the world for the past year.

One Direction.

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"Dude, our photographer is hot!!" Harry whispered to him.

"I wonder how old she is?" Liam said.

Zayn watched as the tall girl walked up to them with the most gorgeous smile he'd ever seen.

"Hey guys, I'm Naila. I think we will have fun with this shoot today don't yah think?" She said a heavy slur.

Was she drunk?

He could tell she was from the south but where could she be from where their words run together like that?

She began to shake all of their hands and when she got to him it was like a jolt of energy shot through him. She gasped looking up at him with big dark almond shaped eyes. Her eyes looked like deep pools of chocolate staring into his amber ones. He knew she felt that too.

She smiled and took her hand away turning around and waving them over to the platform.

She was slender but curved in all the right places. He saw the peek of smooth brown skin under her crop top and watched as her long hair swayed against her lower back. She stood behind her camera and set it up. Then she let the boys get set up in clothes, hair, and makeup. She got the lights just right and was all set up by the time the guys came back. She tucked a stay piece of hair behind her ear and leaned down.