When I get home from work, I take a warm relaxing bath, before getting dressed for the *date* with Zayn. According to Maria, there would be some paps outside to take our pictures, so it is of upmost importance that we both looked great. I had a designer dress delivered to my condo, as part of a deal between a designer and I. I wear killer outfits, and in turn she gets promotion for her designs. It is a matte black dress that hugs my curves. It has cutouts in my long sleeves and on my waist. The cloth ends half way up my thighs, and in a very Kylie Jenner like way, I wear high heels with straps that tie around my ankle. At exactly 7:00, Zayn picks me up in his sports car. He tells me he will take me to a cute little restaurant to fill up, before hitting the nightclub. There was awkward silence in the car on the way to the restaurant, and I prayed our date wouldn't be like this.
"Soo.. I heard you model?" He asks after some time has passed in order to fill up the silence. I nod my head once, confirming his statement.
"How did you get discovered?" He turns his attention to me momentarily, before pulling his gaze back to the road.
"Well, a family friend is a well known fashion designer, and she got me into one of her runway shows during New York Fashion week. Soon after, I moved to Hollywood, got myself an agent and a publicist, now we are having a go at a career." I speak loudly to be heard, making sure not to give too many details about that family friend.
He pays attention to me, and out of politeness I ask him how his career began. He laughs *adorably*, saying that he loved music from a young age, one day he decided to give it a go by auditioning for the X-factor. I pretend to pay attention, although as his #1 fan I already know all of this.
"You know, I almost didn't wake up the morning of my audition, because I wanted to stay in bed, but my mom made me get dressed and go. I'm so thankful she did that." He smiles warmly before looking at the road again.
"Wow, so your parents support your career choices?" I ask curiously. Just as I ask that, I see my phone light up with the call of a familiar number. I panic, but quickly send it straight to voicemail, and lock my phone.
"We are here! Ready to go?" Zayn looks excited to eat, judging from his facial expression. He steps out of the drivers door, and I'm about to open my door, when he groans and runs all the way to my side to close it and glare at me. He opens the door once again. "How dare you? Opening the door to beautiful women is my job." He pretends to take offense to my actions. I laugh, and let him lead me inside the restaurant. I can't be entirely sure, but I think I see a camera flash go off from the corner of my eye.
We share a cute little dinner date together. The food tasted spectacular, and our conversation never ran out of themes to talk about. Before I knew it it was time for us to pack up our pleasant time and hit the clubs. While Zayn drove us I made touch-ups to my makeup. Being in the fashion industry, I have learned that it is crucial to look your best at all times. You never know when paparazzi will snap a picture.
Just as I am thinking that, we arrive at our destination: the hot celebrity spot drizzled in cameramen. Again Zayn opens the door for me, and we put our winning smiles on as we intertwine our hands and strut into the event.
"Are you old enough to drink?" Zayn mutters under his breathe whenever we have passed the majority of paparazzi.
"Not quite. " I let my statement hang as I wait for his reaction.
"So you're telling me you're not twenty-one yet?" He stops walking and turns to face me, I watch his eyes expand to the size of Earth.
