Paul's Assistant

Night Under The Lights

Chapter Eighteen

Night Under The Lights

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A limo.

A freaking LIMO was waiting for us.

Jesus, if THIS is what Zayn does on a first date, what does he do for other ones?

We got into the limo and were off.

We had been driving for about five minutes before I spoke up. "Zayn? Where are we going?"

He smirked. "You'll find out eventually, love."

I blushed when he called me 'love'. Another song started playing on the radio.

"Straight off the plane to a new hotel

Just touched down you can never top

Big house party with the crowded kitchen

They can talk SH but we don't listen..." I sang along.

Zayn laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. You've just always said that you don't know any of our songs."

I sat up. "That's YOUR song?! That's, like, one of my favorites!"

"Seriously? And you STILL didn't know about us?"

I nodded and Zayn laughed a little. "Oh, we're here." he announced.

We stepped out of the limo and were immediately mobbed by girls and photographers.

"Zayn, is this your new girlfriend?"

"Zayn, is Harry cutting his hair?"

"Emma"

I turned to see a pap with a camera pointed towards me.

"What does Zayn have planned for you tonight?" The pap asked.

"You'd have to ask him because he won't tell me anything." I told him.

Zayn looked at me in alarm. "No! If you answer them they'll just keep-"

"Emma, how long have you been with the guys?"

"Emma, why was Harry carrying you into the hospital?"

"Emma, is it true that you're Paul's assistant?"

"Emma, what's your favorite One Direction song?"

"Can I just answer a few questions?" I asked Zayn, giving him puppy eyes.

He sighed. "Fine, but just a few."

"Okay!" I turned back to the paps, "I've been with the guys for a little over a week. I was going to the hospital because I was having an allergic reaction. Yes, I am Paul's assistant. My favorite song by the guys is Midnight Memories."

"Hey Emma?! Why are you so damn hot?!" Some guy said from the crowd, but I couldn't see his face.

"Come on Emma..." Zayn said, glaring at whoever said that.

We hurried into the restaurant and sure enough there were fans in there.

"OMG IT'S ZAYN!"

"CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAIR?!"

"MARRY ME!!!!"

Suddenly a waiter was guiding us to another room.

Zayn and I sat in our private room while the waiter went to go get the menus. "Um... Sorry about that. They can be pretty crazy sometimes."