I wake up feeling dazed. Surely, I must have been dreaming about my engagement with Zayn Malik. I was about to pinch myself, when I notice the giant diamond sitting prettily on my finger.
It wasn't a dream.
I toy with the ring on my finger, admiring how well it looks on me. I see my reflection upon a mirror across the room. Gasping, I sit up in bed and pull my legs close to my chest. I must be hallucinating, or having a psychotic break. As I rack my brain for ideas, I remember that I was taken off of the narcotic Oxycodone not too long ago after having my wisdom teeth removed. Surely, I must be having side effects to the withdrawal, I must have been addicted without realizing it. That explains why I'm having delusions and hallucinations with my celebrity crush.
Just as I have reached this conclusion, my phone blares with a phone call from my publicist, Maria. I sigh relived into the phone. Maria will fix everything! She will find a way to send me to rehab without the press realizing my circumstances.
"I'm so glad you called!-" I start out by saying into the phone, just as Maria starts chirping in her usual tone.
"How was dinner with Zayn last night? I heard he proposed!" She sounds ready for business, but also childlike. Like a friend who finds out about your new boyfriend.
"Yeah... About that.. I think I'm having delusions, and I need to go to a rehab center. I must've become addicted to the oxy." I press the phone to my ear, then pull my robes around me to keep me warm.
"Don't be ridiculous! You're not hallucinating and you're certainly not addicted to that narcotic. Last night was our big P.R. Plan to get you more focus from the media. It's a contract between you and Zayn Malik."
I heave a deep sigh. At Least now I know I wasn't delusional. I knew being engaged to him was too good to be true.
"Oh. What a relief! But I'm upset you caught me by surprise you should've warned me!" I try to hide my dissapointment about my fake engagement by attacking Maria.
"I did warn you. Just a reminder that you have a photoshoot for a swimsuit feature in 3 hours so don't be late! I've been talking to Brad, and he said offers from magazines have been coming in all night. Everyone wants to interview the mystery bombshell that caught Zayn's eyes."
"Thanks for the reminder. Watch out world, Selene is going to take you by storm!" I say the last words dramatically before hanging up the phone.
I grab a granola bar and my protein shake off my kitchen counter before heading for the gym downstairs. I have been living in this Hollywood Condo for the past six months, working hard, but have never had this much paparazzi waiting for me before. Following all the cliches in the book, I grab a pair of sunglasses, a hat, and hoodie to cover myself, before running like hell to the gym. The paps pay no notion to a girl dodging their cameras while covered in black clothing. I make it to the gym and complete my daily workout. Maria has been suggesting that I get my own personal trainer and gym, but with my current budget I see no way that can be possible at the moment. I run back upstairs, avoiding the elevators, since the lobby is full of cameramen.
Once in the safe confines of my condo, I shower and dress to leave. I pull a white crop top over my head. It is halter top style with thin straps. Black leather high waisted shorts go over my hips, and white flats with ankle laces. I pull my straight blonde hair into a sleek high ponytail, and pop on my Gucci sunglasses. I spray myself with perfume, and grip onto my phone before heading out the door. I walk to the elevators, pressing the button to take me to the lobby. I wait patiently, until the doors slide open, unlike before, the paparazzi are not inside. But I can see them through the glass of the condominium building. I walk outside into the street and cameras are flashing all over my face. Paps are calling my name from every direction trying to catch my attention. Correction, trying to catch the attention of Zayn Malik's new fiancé. Well fake fiancé, technically. I cross the street, into the private garage to grab my vehicle. I hop in my sleek black sports car before speeding away to get to my photoshoot in time.
We were set up at a private beach, I was dressed in sexy swimsuit after sexy swimsuit, with little alteration to my beachy waves and natural makeup. I pose into the camera, holding my hair back with one hand, the waves crash into me, adding to the perfection of my shoot. About three hours later, after all the shots were taken, the cameraman, Luis Waltz finalizes the shoot with a couple of his words. I drag myself off of the sand and cover myself with a white silk robe handed to me from wardrobe. Luis walks over to me as I head back to the makeshift changing station.
"Congratulations, Selene, you have a lot of potential that will get you far in this industry. Keep up the hard work." I get a warm smile from him and a pat on the back. Once he turns around, I do a small victory dance, ever since I got to Hollywood I've been dying to get a gig that could further my career, and this was the right call. I even got a compliment from one of the most famous photographers of today! Just as I turn to walk away, he grabs my wrist, and smiles cheekily. " I almost forgot to congratulate you on your engagement."
I smile warmly and nod before turning to leave for good. Once I am dressed to leave set, I get a call from Maria. She calls me to remind me of my schedule today, and gives me a little surprise. Tonight, after all my gigs, I have a *date* with my fiancé, a night of clubbing at an exclusive nightclub. Even though I know it was a fake engagement, I couldn't help but feel excited to see the gorgeous greek god that was Zayn fucking Malik.
