|just tell me that you love me z.m.|

.7

"Mackenzie!" A strange man ran after Bella, a camera in his hand.

"Mack-"

"I'm not Mackenzie, but I am a black belt and know that harassment equals a kick where the light doesn't shine now what do you want."

"I'm-im sorry. I thought you were my client, she flaked on me and I-"

"Client?"

"I'm a manager, and a photographer for MZ Modeling Incorporation."

"Oh, well I'm not Mackenzie but I am sorry for yelling at you."

"You look just like her..can-can I see something really quick?"

"O-okay?"

"Sit down." The man orders, before snapping a picture of Bella quickly.

"Have you ever thought of modeling?"

"Um..no. Student loans are the only thing on my mind."

"There are thousands of girls just like you. Our program works with the college of your choice if you sign a four year contract with our agency and abide to the rules in said contract."

"How can I contact you?"

"My phone number is.."

Bella recalls this mornings events to Zayn, a smile on her pretty face. "He said that-"

"I don't care what he said. Do you really want to do this?" Zayn asks, looking deeply into Bella's eyes.

"Zayn I have five more years to make 50,000 dollars. With this job I can make that and more in a year." Bella reasons, before adding, "mason is gay..by the way, so don't worry cuz I know what youre thinking."

"If that's really what you want then I'm going to support you."

"Thank you so much." Bella smiles, pressing a chaste kiss against Zayn's chapped lips.