I couldn't believe that I was doing this.
I was starting to actually freak out about it. I was about to get on a plane to see my family with my fake boyfriend. Could we actually get away with this?
Zayn's idea to post the picture of us on Facebook was brilliant. Within minutes, I had gotten a comment from my mother asking who he was. I told her that I would tell her soon. Zayn really knew what he was doing. I wondered how many other girls he had taken photos with for his job. I had to stop myself. Zayn was just doing a job.
Camille was over at my flat helping me pack. She was way more organized than I was. If it were up to me, I would just ball up my clothes and throw them in the suitcase.
"Have you talked to Zayn since your lunch with him last week?" She asked me as I handed her some of my pajamas.
I shook my head, "No. He only texted me saying what time he was going to pick me up today."
"He is so gorgeous. You are so lucky that he is the guy that is pretending to be your boyfriend." Camille gushed. When she saw that photo that Zayn took, she nearly had a meltdown.
Zayn was obviously good looking. I wondered how he got started in the whole escort business. It wasn't my place to ask him. I wanted to keep things between us strictly business. I couldn't stop some of the thoughts that roamed around in my head.
"You know, after this whole thing is done, you should set me up with Zayn." Camille said.
I felt angry all of a sudden. I didn't want to believe that it was jealousy, "Uh, I don't think he dates."
"Oh come on, someone that gorgeous has to date. He is a man after all." She laughed, making me even more upset.
"I'll see what I can do when it's all over, if it ends well." I lied. Camille would be the last person that I would set up with Zayn. It seemed like she had a new boyfriend every few weeks. I didn't understand how she could do it.
I had an hour before Zayn was supposed to arrive. I packed the red dress that I was going to wear to my parent's ceremony. It was something that I knew was going to drive my mother crazy, and that is exactly why I picked it.
After Camille helped me pack my things, she gathered her things to go. She pulled me into a hug, "Have fun this weekend. Text me every little detail."
I smiled, "Fine. I'll let you know when we get there."
"Have fun with the hottie." She laughed before she opened the door and left. I went back into my bedroom and brushed my hair a little. I couldn't help but notice at how nervous I was getting. It was only Zayn.
Twenty minutes later, I brought my luggage and purse to my living room. My doorbell rang and I checked myself in the mirror I had by the door quickly.
I opened the door and Zayn was there. He did his adorable little half smile when I opened the door.
"How are you?" He asked me as he stepped inside.
"I'm fine. How about you?"
"Good. Are you ready to head out?"
I nodded, "Yeah, let me just make a quick run through to make sure I'm not forgetting everything."
I went back to my bedroom and made sure all of the lights were off. I turned back around to go into the living room when I ran into Zayn. He steadied me as I almost fell. His hands were on the tops of my arms and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked into my eyes.
"You scared me!" I laughed as I backed away.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what your room looked like. I was a bit curious." He turned my room light back on and looked around.
