I didn't know what to wear.
I had to have been standing in my closet for the last twenty minutes.
Should I wear something casual? Or something dressy?
Zayn was all dressed up the first time we met. I didn't know what I should wear.
It would be weird for me to text him and ask him. I groaned as I picked up my phone and called Camille.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey, I'm sort of having trouble trying to figure out what to wear." I mumbled.
I heard her laugh, "Where is he taking you?"
"To that new Italian restaurant downtown."
"Well, it's sort of dressy. Why don't you wear that beautiful maroon maxi dress that you've never wore. But a denim jacket if you want." She suggested.
"Now I see why I keep you around." I joked.
"You need to take a picture of Zayn and send it to me!" She exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my dress and denim jacket, "I am not! You'll just have to wait or something."
I heard her groan, "Fine! Call me as soon as you can!"
"Okay, bye!" I told her as I walked into my bathroom. I brushed my hair and sprayed some sea salt into it. I loved the waves I got in my hair because of it.
I slipped on my maroon maxi dress and put on my denium jacket. I rolled up the sleeves a little before I put my sandals on.
I still couldn't believe that I was actually going through with this.
I never imagined that I would have to hire an escort to pretend to be my boyfriend. It was really sad in a way.
If I would've thought back to five years ago, or hell, even a year ago that I would've had to do this, I would've had a nervous breakdown.
Being alone was one of my greatest fears. The majority of my friends have found the one that they wanted to be with for the rest of their lives.
I was so terrified of being alone that I often didn't think about it.
I grabbed my purse and cell phone and hurried out of my flat before I sent myself into a depression. I had twenty minutes before I had to meet Zayn.
I tried not to think about what I was going to do while on the drive to the restaurant. I just hoped that Zayn and I could actually pull everything off.
When I made it to the restaurant, I parked and headed inside. I was right on time.
The hostess smiled at me while I walked in, "Hello, welcome to Emilio's. How many?" She was referring to how many people.
"I'm actually meeting someone. I don't know if he is here already." I stammered.
"Mr. Malik?" She asked.
I nodded.
"He arrived a few minutes before you. I'll take you to him." She smiled. She led me through the restaurant and out the doors that led to the space they had outside.
Zayn was sitting at one of the tables. He was scrolling through his phone until he heard the door open.
He stood up as I approached. The hostess left to get our waiter. I didn't know what to do. Hugging him would be inappropriate.
I held out my hand for him to shake.
He looked at me for a second before he did.
"How are you?" He asked me as we sat down.
