Zayn and Zoe

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Zoe Smith is a well known singer and her parents, Larry and Caroline Smith, own a law firm, they are very disappointed in Zoe for fallowing her dreams instead of becoming a lawyer.

The Smiths and the Malik's have had a feud since the Malik's opened a law firm not far from the Smiths which was 4 years before Zoe or Zayn were born, Zayn and Zoe are both 25 years old and they are singers, thanks to their parents' feud, the two where raised to hate each other, but of course they can't help but to care about each other anyways.

Zoe's POV:
I was reading on my couch in my mansion in Beverly Hills one night when my phone rang, it was my manager Teresa,

"Hey T what's up?" I ask,

"Umm well tomorrow Zayn's manager Fred has requested if you two would sing a duet and I know how much your family hates his family but you guys could make a lot of money on this!" She exclaims and I sigh,

"Oh I don't know..."

"Come on, it's not like you could possibly make your parents any more disappointed in you." She says and I told my eyes,

"Fine but only this once."

"Yay! We're gonna be rich! Or well richer!" She exclaims and I laugh, I get up and begin to walk upstairs to my room,

"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'll see you tomorrow Teresa. Goodnight." I say walking into my room,

"Night." She says and I hang up with a sigh, I look around my room, a king sized bed in the middle, on the far left wall is just a big window that over looks the entire city of LA, to my right is my own private bathroom, at the opposite wall of my bed is a small mahogany wood dresser, I walk up to it and pull out my PJs the shirt is a crop top that says "I ❤️ LA" on it and the bottoms are a pair of loose short shorts, I close my curtains and change, them I walk over to my bed, turn off my bedside lamps and croll under my white black and lay on my satin sheets, I lay my head on the soft fluffy pillow and quickly fall into a deep sleep.

I wake up the next morning to someone lightly shaking me and the warmth of the sun on my face, my eye lids flutter open and I turn around to see Teresa above me standing over the side of my bed shaking me,

"Hey, Teresa what uh what are you doing here, at..." I say and glance at the clock,

"7 AM in the morning." I continue and she sighs,

"We have to do that song with Zayn in an hour so get up!" She yells and I groan, I swing the blankets off and get out of bed, I stumbled over to the bathroom still tired, I close the door and begin to undress so I can take a nice relaxing shower, but a closed door has never stopped Teresa from talking,

"So we go and meet Zayn and record the song, then we go out and get lunch be I suspect it'll take us a while to get the song down and then after that we have a meeting with your record label and then you...are...free!" She yells trying to sound louder than the roar of the shower, she pauses a bit at the end as if she's checking to make sure she is right,

"Alright thanks Tess now can I please shower in peace?!" I yell,

"Oh yeah! Sorry I-I'll be down stairs!" She yells and I hear the clicking of her high heels as she leaves, I sigh the heat of the water waking me up, I close my eyes and let the water run down my body, a image pops into my head of the one man I want to see,