Make the Most of It

38. Fashion Show

"Zayn are you done yet?" I whined across the room at Zayn, who was in the bathroom getting ready. Today was the night of the fashion show, the one where my whole line of clothing would be judged and critiqued by high-end fashion designers. I could hardly wait, but I was overwhelmed with nervousness.

"Ugg," he groaned loudly. "Why are you making me wear this?" He opened the door, revealing himself. He had on a black tux with a suit that would match my dress and his long hair was gelled up perfectly with a couple of strands hanging loose. Calling him hot was most definetly an understatement.

"You look so handsome. Why are you complaining?" His face lit up at my compliment.

"Handsome, huh? Anything else?" He asked smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"No, I don't think so," I teased. He pouted. I smiled at him and walked into the bathroom to get dressed.

I first did my makeup to match my outfit, then I put my hair up in an elegant bun, so it would show off my dress, which was one of the ones I had originally designed to be on the show. It was a black body-fitting dress with laced sleeves and a  really low, steep neckline.

"Hey can you zip me up?" I unlocked the door so Zayn could come in. He didn't seem to have moved from his position so I turned around.

"What?" I asked. His gaze was transfixed on my me, with my open back.

"What? Uh, nothing." Then, he zipped up the dress.

"Thanks," I said quickly. Then, I slowly brought my face up to his and kissed him.

The past few days, after our big argument, had been quite fun. I was free the whole time so Zayn and I explored so many different shops, gardens, bars, restaurants, etc. We hadn't arugued once and I was loving this new relationship between us. It was hard to believe that only a few months ago, we didn't want anything to do with eachother.

I interlocked my hand in his and we walked out together to the car.

The drive was considerably short, especially since we could spend the whole time looking out at the differnet environment. Sometimes I still had trouble wrapping around my head the fact that we were in Milan, Italy. We were almost halfway around the world from our home in LA and had only been here for two weeks. It was absolutely insane.

We parked in one of the reserved parking spaces towards the front of the parking lot. The show was held in a large hall and we had to walk through a large crowd huddled outside socializing with eachother. Zayn and I walked into the building, hand-in-hand, where we were greeted with security guards standing next to a large table.

I found the slips with our names on it and handed them to Zayn to put in his pocket. The hall had a dark aura, but the birght lights by the runway tied it all together. There were people swarming around, not yet sitting at their designated spots.

"This is definelty a first for me," Zayn commented at the new atmosphere.

"Another item off your bucket list, huh?" I teased. He chuckled at our little inside joke. We strolled around for a bit, not knowning exactly what to do. I had only been to one other fashion show, but it wasn't nearly as grand as this and it didn't include any of my lines.

"Excuse me, Miss Hayes?" I turned around and was greeted by a tall woman.

"Yes." I held out my hand and she shook it.