"Good morning sweetheart." Zayn said as he put on his white shirt and I rubbed my eyes after I opened them, seeing the sunlight going through the hotel room from the big balcony.
"Why the fuck are you acting like mum, hide the fucking light I want to fucking sleep." I covered my face with my pillow.
"I don't think your mum would be glad hearing you right now."
"I don't think either." I rolled with my blanket to my left so the sunlight would be bothering my back, not my face. "Maybe she'd be a little confused you're calling me sweetheart while yesterday, you were acting like a total jerk."
"What do you mean?"
"While I'm planning about places to go in fucking Amsterdam and I'm suggesting the Eiffel Tower, you accept and when I ask you if you're even concentrated in what I was saying and you said 'Can we just forget about the whole thing? I really want to sleep.' Like if we are here in Amsterdam to sleep."
"Well, if your mum knew I was tired she'd understand."
"Or maybe if she knew you took a nap she wouldn't leave you the chance to lie."
"Okay, I wasn't that tired." Zayn admitted rolling his eyes.
"You know you can never lie to your girlfriend, right?" I asked sitting on the bed properly. "Why did you act that way before you go to sleep, then?"
"Because I was texting somebody else."
"And who's that 'somebody else' who'll let you act like a bitch to me?"
"She didn't, but I ju-"
"SHE!?"
"It's Gigi." Zayn admitted. Gigi Hadid? Why the fuck is she, one of the most successful models, would text a photographer!? "But I swear she's been only friendly and asking about news, no more."
"Why would you even text? And why would you even talk to me this way after you kept chatting with her? Probably realizing how fat is your girlfriend to be your girlfriend and how she can't be a super model like Gigi Hadid. The tall, gorgeous, sexy and skinny model who commercials some underwear."
"Well, it's not that wa-" Zayn rolled his eyes when I interrupted him.
"Well, explain."
"It's just that she's in Amsterdam and she wanted to meet us."
"You mean, SHE wants to me YOU." I got up, standing in front of him and shouted. "AND DOESN'T WANT YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND TO BE A THIRD WHEEL ON YOUR HANG OUT AND YOU WILL HAVE YOUR SUPER CUTE CHAT AND FLIRT AND LAUGH AND MAYBE END UP KISSING ISN'T IT? SHE WANTS TO MEET YOU AND NOT THAT FUCKING INTERVIEWER WHO WAS ASKING HER WEIRD QUESTIONS BUT THE HOT PHOTOGRAPHER WHO WAS TAKING PICTURES OF HER ALMOST NAKED!"
"What are you talking about?" Zayn was confused. "She didn't know I had a girlfriend back then but when she knew yesterday she asked to meet both of us."
"That doesn't explain being a jerk to me." I crossed my arms.
"Because I knew you would get mad that way and I was trying to find an excuse to not go or anything." I sat on my bed and he sat next to me. "I never knew my girl would get so jealous one day." I had my arms crossed and I looked the other way. "You know I love you." He came in front of me and hugged me kissing my forehead. I hugged back because, a misunderstanding. Why am I forgiving this easily. Love? Maybe. "I would never leave my awesome girlfriend for someone who will have a creepy green mask on her face with two cucumbers on her eyes and keeps eating salad and talks to me while exercising or that model who would call me to take a picture of her so she advertises some cream or some shit, that's never convincing and you've always known it's not the time I'd like to spend with a friend so I can't imagine being her boyfriend for a minute."
I sneakered as he got me out of the 'fight' mood. He pulled out and sat next to me on bed, still hugging my shoulder as I rested my head on his chest.
"I never dated you because of your blonde shinny hair or your sparkling blue eyes but dated you because I always knew you were the one, who will be my soulmate and you are." Zayn stopped for few seconds before he talked again. "Both of us know she uses extensions and tones of makeup to look so beautiful to just show up on some magazine cover and just, keeps exercising to get fit and shit. I don't care about those I only care about you, Perrie." I felt ashamed. I just, kept being silent and looked in front of me, still resting my head on his chest and he was playing with my hair. "Never knew my girlfriend would get madly jealous because of a model."
"Expect anything."
"Thanks for warning." He said before I looked at him and he kissed my lips as I smiled.
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Fanfiction{CoMpLeTeD} Perrie Edwards, a journalist who decided to never trust men and the first person who knew about it was Zayn Malik, a photographer who started to work with them newly and who gained her total trust and became her first guy friend sinc...
