How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

Sorting Things Out

We are on our way to management. I don't know why though, but it feels like something's going to happen that we don't like. We walked towards the elevator and went to Modest! Management's office. Jade opened the door and we were greeted (not really) by a very long table with people in suits sitting in every chair. Ok, this is some serious business. I noticed that there was no seats left so we had to stand. Ugh, I hate standing.

"Girls, we need you to listen very carefully to what we're going to say to you, and you must co-operate with our dema- instructions." said the head-man, John. I looked at the other girls and knew at once that they had heard the mistake as well, we weren't going to fulfil anyone's demands!

"Um, ok?" Jesy said, unsure.

"Great! Now, Perrie. We heard and saw that you were talking to Zayn Malik last night and your after party, correct?" John said.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" I asked, curious as to where this is actually going, even though I might already know.

"Well, to help you gain popularity, you are going to date him." he finished. I choked on some water that was handed to us.

After I finished choking, I was finally able to comprehend what was being asked of me.

"What?! Why?!" I asked, hoping I wont have to do this.

"It's the only way for you to get even more popular." John answered.

"Well, what if we were to get famous of our own accord?" I challenged. John looked around the table and shook his head.

"We highly doubt that will happen. You see, all the big names in the music industry have gotten famous by actually dating someone famous." John tried to explain, but I knew it was a load of crap.

"Pfft! Yeah, who out of One Direction date? Who dated Justin Bieber? What about Demi Lovato? Huh? They didn't date anyone famous to get famous." I challenged.

"Look, Perrie. You are the only single one out of Little Mix and we're determined to fix that!" John replied.

"What if I don't date Zayn? What'll you do to me? Us?" I smirked, knowing that they couldn't touch us.

"We will sit here and watch your fans, fame and money slip from your fingers because there will eventually be a new pop group in the charts, waiting for their chance, and when that happens, you will be the blame". Now I guess it was Johns time to smirk. I sighed.

"Fine.." I groaned, not really wanting to do this. John just smiled.

"Great! Now don't get too attached because here's what we plan to do with your relationship" he said.

"Wait, your forcing me into a relationship and then controlling it? Nah uh, no way. You want me to be in a relationship, I get to choose what happens. Not you." I finally had enough.

"And what about Zayn?" John asked.

"Yeah, Zayn too. We can make our own decisions. Not you!" I shouted, getting a bit carried away. I stood up and left the room. I didn't want to be in that stupid meeting anymore! I got my phone out and saw that Zayn had texted me.

Zayn- Hey. Whats up?

Me- Oh, nothing. Just had a meeting with management. I'm so pissed off right now.

Zayn- Why what happened?

Me- They want us to date.

Zayn- What? Really?

Me- No I said it for fun. Of course, really.

Zayn- Oh, well, guess we have to sort things out. You heading home?

Me- Yeah, wanna come over?

Zayn- Just about to ask. Is that alright?

Me-Yeah, it's fine.

Zayn- Ok, see you there.

I got a cab home because the girls would need the van. The cab stopped outside my house and i chucked a few pounds at the driver. I opened the front door and shut it behind me. Wow! I never realized how messy this place is! I think I should clean up a bit before Zayn comes around..