Today is the Met Gala and haven't seen Zayn since two days ago cause I had fittings and a photoshoot but today we will meet at the hotel where they will get us ready.
"Yasmin what time Zayn is coming?" I looked at my stylist "he supposed was already here but he woke up late" I sigh "I call him" I excused myself and walk out to the balcony and dialed his number.
Zayn: Love I arrived coming to the room
Me: Hurry Zayn cause you are late
Zayn: Babe don't be mad besides I don't have to do makeup and shit just my hair and get dress
Me: Just hurry up
And with that, I hung up and went back inside "he's in the hallway you can open the door for him" They nodded and I sat down on the makeup chair so they continue and the hairstylist continued with my hair.
"Zayn Malik in the house" I heard his voice but I couldn't move or open my eyes "Zayn don't you dare make her move or I break your hand," my makeup artist said and I heard him laugh "Now sit your late ass down so they start on you" he gasped "Oh my god that is rude" he replied then burst out laughing, I'm trying so hard not to move or else I mess up everything.
We are finally ready to go "damn you are beautiful" I blushed "You don't look bad either" he kissed my lips gently "C'mon love birds" We laughed and followed them him grabbing my hand "Thank you for coming with me" I whispered he leaned closer "I do anything for you, I missed you" he squeezed my hand "I missed you more, where did you go cause we barely talk" I saw him thinking I mean why is he thinking if he knows what he did? "I stayed inside smoking and drawing" I nodded and we stopped.
"Okay the car is waiting for you there are fans and also paparazzi but they can't touch you so just walked straight to the car," the security said we nodded and followed him out Zayn's hand never left mine.
"YASMIN, ZAYN OVER HERE"
"ZAYN HOW ARE YOU FEELING YOUR FIRST MET GALA"
The security closed the door and the driver drove off "We going to the after party?" I nodded "Yeah why love" he shrug "So finally I can drink?" I looked at him "When you feel the need to take something just tell me and we go" he nodded, "You didn't send me the picture of the test even yesterday" Looking at him and saw him mumble something but didn't catch on "Zayn?" he looked up "I didn't do it cause I stayed inside but don't worry love" I have a feeling that he is hiding something.
The car came to a stop and someone opened the door Zayn came out and as soon as he did screams got louder I grabbed his hand and came out "We go?" I nodded and we walked to the carpet and started to pose for pictures. I grabbed his face and smiled "I love you" he smiled "I love you more" We continue to pose for pictures and after we walked upstairs.
We were pulled for a small interview "You both look great now you shocked everyone Zayn by attending. How are you feeling?" he grabbed my hand "I am doing amazing with my girl beside me for me being home and chilling is better" he laughed "but I also love these type of stuff and if it makes my girl happy, why not?" I smiled "And what about you Yasmin? How are you feeling?" looking at me "I am doing well thanks for asking and I am happy he joined me as well" She nods "Zayn any albums?" he looked at me then at her "in a couple of months" and with that, we said bye and went inside.
*After the Met Gala*
The Met Gala was amazing now we are on the way to the after-party and I checked my phone cause while you are inside the Met Gala you can't use phones. Zayn is in front talking to the driver about some football (UK Football) and while I was scrolling I saw a pic of me and Zayn which I immediately save and decided to post it.
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