One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

You Fighting //Zayn//

"These Hollywood girls keep trying me, baby. I swear one more snarky remark from one of your groupies and I will pop a b*tch in her throat." You rant to your boyfriend in the back of a limo. You guys were on your way to a red carpet event because Zayn was nominated for an award. His solo career was up and very successful for him. You were extremely happy for him and you were his number one fan. Zayn smirks licking his lips as he scrolled through his instagram feed.
"Babe, just ignore them. You know you have all my love and attention." Zayn reassures you, his eyes still glued on his phone.
"Clearly you don't," you growl snatching his phone from him. Zayn tried to grab it from you, but you pushed him back into his seat.
"Don't play with me Zayn." You warn him as you scroll to see what he was looking at. Lucky for him he was just on his sister's page.
"God blessed you just now." You hand him back his phone, sucking your teeth as the limo came to a stop. Zayn lets out a chuckle as he shoves his phone in his suit pocket.
"You're crazy." He tells you just as the limo door open. Zayn exits the limo first and immediately you could hear all the cheers for him. He reaches his hand into the limo to help you get out. You smile, pushing your hair over your shoulder as you smoothed out your dress. Together the two of you walked to the red carpet to take pictures. You were clinging to Zayn's arm because it was hard to see where you were walking due to the blinding lights from the flash of all the cameras.
"Zayn! Over here! Smile for the camera!" One of the people called out to your boyfriend. Zayn nods his head in the direction of the caller and continue to walk to the entrance of the event. As Zayn was leading you inside, someone bumped into you. You sucked in a breathe, biting your lip to keep from snatching the girl by her hair. Zayn could sense your irritation and immediately lead you to your seat. You looked around to see who would be sitting next to you and Zayn. A look of disgust came on your face when you saw Gigi sitting next to Zayn. Why was she sitting there of all places? Aren't people given assigned seats? You leaned towards Zayn and whispered into his ear.
"Move seats with me." Not wanting to cause any scenes Zayn simply got up and changed seats with you. You glanced at Gigi and smiled smugly. Gigi looked at you and gave you a little smile before turning to talk to the person next to her. Now what kind of messy a.ss people would sit two ex's next to each other. It seemed like the coordinators were trying to cause something to happen.
"Hey, how are you y/n?" You heard Gigi speak up from your side. You looked behind you then back at her. Was she talking to you?
"I'm good." You kept it short and sweet. You did not want to engage in any sort of conversation with her.
"That's good to hear! How's your modeling going?" She asked smiling, her blue eyes sparkling. You honestly wanted to stab them with your stiletto.
"It's good, you should know we are in the same agency." You smiled back at her, before rolling your eyes and whispered to Zayn how you were seconds away from attacking her.
"Yeah, but you weren't walking at the Victoria secret fashion show this year. What happened?" Gigi asks pretending to be concern.
"I was sick, is this an interview?" You asked her sarcastically. Gigi shook her head no. "That's what I thought, now would you excuse me, I'm trying to listen to the hosts."
"B*tch," you heard Gigi mumble under her breath.
"Yeah your mom is one too so don't come for me if I didn't send for you." You retort. Zayn interjects because he was worried people would start to tune into this little argument.
"Gigi that isn't your seat,could you please leave. You're making my girlfriend uncomfortable." Zayn pleads with Gigi to leave. Gigi huffs and gets up, leaving you guys alone. You smiled happily to yourself. She tried it.