After Dark (zauren one shots)

Temptation

AU suggestion by vasregui. Two arrogant and competitive models who ended working together for Versace.

I can't fucking believe it.

Of all the male models in the world, I had to work with him?

"Lauren, just ignore Zayn and focus on how big this is," Tim, my manager, told me.

"Watch it!" I yelled to the clumsy hairstylist who brushed my hair way too hard. She murmured a soft apology but I still pinned her with a glare. "Just leave me alone," I spat, dismissing her.

The stylist left the dressing room without saying anything. I turned to Tim. "It's hard to ignore a big asshole, Timmy."

"No it's not," he said confidently, touching my shoulders. "This is Versace, Lauren. You and Zayn are the new faces of their perfumes. If you will focus on that, it'll be easy to block the negativity."

I sighed. Tim had a point. This was such a huge gig. Well, I had to share the spotlight with the most annoying man ever, but it was still a huge achievement for me.

The door opened again. Franco, our photographer and also a good friend of mine, went in and greeted me.

"How's my favorite green-eyed goddess doing?" he asked, giving my arm a soft squeeze. "Are you excited?"

A wide smile parted my lips. "Very," I replied giddily.

Franco grinned. "It'll be a long and challenging day. It's cold outside but we have to finish the commercial and the photo shoots before sunset."

I gave him an assuring smile. "You know I can take anything, Frank. If I have to walk on fire, I would."

He patted my head, pleased. "I know."

The door opened once more. A thick familiar accent echoed in the air, making me cringe in an instant.

"Frank! My man!"

I rolled my eyes as Franco and Zayn hugged each other. Then I grabbed my earphones and quickly wore them. I had to block the bad vibes Satan was sending my way.

But as expected, the devil didn't leave me alone. Zayn snatched my earphones, his face stretched to that stupid grin.

"Instagirl. We meet again," he cooed, the cockiness of his tone ruining my day.

I grabbed the earphones from his hands. "Do the world a favor and shut the fuck up."

Zayn raised an eyebrow. "Do the world a favor and quit calling yourself a model."

I faced him, fuming. I was so ready to cuss him out but Franco was fast enough to stop us. "Guys, please," Franco told us, standing between me and Zayn. "Let's be professional. Forget about the feud even just for today."

I bit my cheek and gave Zayn the nastiest glare I could manage before I brought my eyes to my phone again. Franco was right. We have to be professional, but it was hard to be one when Zayn was around and making fun of me.

Zayn snickered. "Tell her to manage her temper first. I swear she has issues."

"I don't have issues, you're just super annoying. And stop calling me instagirl!" I snapped. This bitch. He'd been calling me instagirl ever since we met at the party last week. He was like "Oh you're the girl who got signed because of her instagram followers, right?"

I heard that a lot before and honestly, I never mind. I knew how my journey started. What irritated me that night was his tone. He was clearly mocking me, and minutes later I saw his rants on twitter about how doomed the modeling industry is nowadays because they sign people based on their social media accounts. I confronted him that night, and I had to admit my temper slipped from my grip. A journalist at the party witnessed everything, so the next day we were in the front page of the tabloids.