Remember Me (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 3

*ZAYNS POV*

Today was our first day of break and we were already getting dragged somewhere we didn't wanna go.  Harry had hooked up with some girl at the party last night. She was a model and her named was Carley. He was making us go to her fashion show today to see her. He had gotten five free tickets, one for each of us. 

Last night was a complete blurr. I remember pouring beer all over Emma and spending the whole night with her. What we did I could not remember. 

What you are suppose to where to a fashion show, I didn't know. I just dressed up in dress pants and a dress coat, with a white v-neck underneath. We all get in the cars to go to the fashion show on the other side of New York City. 

We arrive at the arena in which the fashion show would take place. We walk to see cameras everywhere and tons of people dressed in the most awkward clothes in the world. Welcome to the fashion world, I guess. 

We take our seats which are right next to the side of the runway. I lean over and look down the row of seats to curse at Harry for forcing us to come to this thing. I lean back in my chair, frustrated, waiting for the show to start. 

The lights start to dim and the first girl walks out onto the runway. I groan and slide down in my chair, bored out of my mind. 

There was a girl who walked out onto the runway who stood out from all the other models. She had a way to her walk, and the way her face expressions would change as she walked. I sit up, suddenly interested. I cock my head and look at her realizing I have seen her before. That was Emma. I was sure of it. That explained so much. I knew I had never seen her in movies, I knew she wasn't a singer. This explains why she was at the celebrity party last night. She was a model. 

I watched her walk, more like stride, down the runway. She was so swift. Her movements made her even more beautiful. Yes, she was gorgeous and I wasn't afraid to admit it. 

She show comes to an end and all the models take one last walk down the runway and I keep my eyes on Emma the whole time. When the exited we all stood up clapping. The applause died down and Harry told us to follow him. We snuck backstage to where the models all were. I look all over for Emma. I find her sitting down in front of a mirror taking bobby pins out of her hair. I walk up to behind her and look in the mirror at her. "We meet again." I say

She smiles and turns around to face me, "What are you doing here?" she questions.

"Well basically, Harry slept with a girl named Carley last night who happened to be in this show today and she gave us tickets." I explain. 

"Oh, I see." she says when a woman comes over to us and starts talking to Emma. 

"Ms. Jones, do you need any help?" she asks politely.

"Lucy, do you not see I am busy right now?" Emma snaps at the lady.

I start to feel awkward and say, "No, its fine. I just wanted to say hi. I actually have to go."

I turn to walk away and Emma follows me saying, "No you don't have to leave, sorry she rudely interrupted."

"Emma, do you realize what you just said?" I ask her.

"Yes, Zayn, I realize what I said." I roll my eyes. "What was wrong with it?"

"Just take this advice, stop being such a bitch to everyone." I say to her. 

She just looks at me. I turn and walk away, back to all the boys. 

*EMMAS POV*

"Stop being such a bitch to everyone." It just kept running through my head. He thought I was a bitch. Great. He was the first guy who didn't hook up with me at the first sighting of me. He made me feel....different. 

I totally blew it with him. He thought I was a bitch. Emma, face it, you are a bitch. I have never been nice to Lucy. She hated me, I knew she did. Why was I mean to her? She only was trying to make my life easier. 

I got up off the couch in my hotel room and put on my shoes and walked down to the lobby and ask the man behind the desk which room Zayn Malik was staying in. Yes, we were in the same hotel, I saw it on the news. He gave me the room number and I quickly got in the elevator and headed up to his room. I knocked on his door and he opened it and just stood there staring at me. 

"Don't be creeped out, I am staying in this hotel too and happened to hear you were staying here." I explained. 

"Okay, do you need something?" He asks. 

"You were right." I tell him.

"About what?" he asks.

"About me being a bitch." I tell him. "I am a bitch. But you don't know me, Zayn. You don't know why I am the way I am." My voice shakes. "I want to change."

He smiles, "I'd love to get to know why your such a bitch." He chuckles.

I cross my arms, "Okay, I deserved that." 

"Tomorrow, I am taking you for breakfast." he tells me. 

"I'd love that." I reply.

He smiles and says, "I'll come get you tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow." I repeat. And leave walking back to my room with the biggest grin on my face.