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

Broken Hearts Get In The Way

"Gosh Darn! These pictures came out amazing! Pick out your two favorites." Jerry said.

"You can pick them Zayn. They're your pictures." Naila said still not out of her costume.

She was bent over looking at the photos editing them with Jerry.

Zayn couldn't help but stare at her round bottom and black panties peeking out.

She went back to the dressing room. She came back out with just the makeup and hair still up.

"This ended up being a great shoot. I'm proud of you Naila."

"I know Jerry, you tell me after every shoot. Thank you." She said hugging him from behind.

"I'd like to thank you with dinner. On me and the boys." Simon said.

"Oh really? Thanks. But uhm, I'd like to get this stuff off of me. So can we stop at my house so I can take a quick shower. It'll take me half an hour tops. I'm not the girl who takes ten hours. I'm get up and go." She said snapping her fingers across her palm in a sweeping motion.

Simon laughed.

"Okay that will work."

They went outside and she hopped on a lime green ducati. They followed her to a beautiful condo.

She let them in and they all sat on the couch.

"You guys can watch tv, no fighting over the remote. You can go into the kitchen and get drinks, the glasses are in the second cabinet to the left. I have juice, water, milk, lemonade, and tea. No sodas, sorry guys. I'll be back." She said.

"She is so pretty." Harry said.

"Right? She's the nicest girl I've ever met. She gave me half of her Rice Krispies treat." Niall said.

"Wow." Liam said laughing.

She came back downstairs in a towel her hair dripping down her back.

"Close your mouths boys. You might catch flies." She said shaking her head.

She grabbed a bottle of lotion off of the table and went back upstairs.

She came back downstairs in a cut off tank top and shredded black jeans with high top sneakers.

Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail.

"I'm ready."

"Thirty minutes like you said. Great!" Harry said.

They all went to a pub and sat down. Girls crowded around the table asking for autographs and pictures.

Zayn watched as Naila just sat with an amused smirk on her face eating her fries.

"What's so funny?" Louis asked her.

"Nothing, just how girls literally throw themselves at you when really they don't even know you. They just think they do. You guys could be complete assholes in real life." She said with a chuckle.

"Are we assholes?"

"We'll see by the end of the night." She said laughing again.

"Where's your accent?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry do you want me to talk with it?" She asked.

"Yeah we can all have accents here."

"Alrighty den, mon ami. I speak like da Cajun no?" She said.

"Ha, yeah just like that."

"So, Naila when did you decide to be a photographer?"

"When I was four, mi père gave me a camera. I took pictures of everything and after he died I decided to become a photographer like him. I didn't think I'd be here but I'm glad I went with it. I have a good eye for everything now. Nothing is ugly there is beauty in everything when you have an eye like that." She said.