One quick email from Jeremiah to see the SugarScape article was all that she needed to relive their documentation of her life. She remembered the days when they would pester Zayn for details of their relationship and how there was always some article criticizing her behavior. It was like flashbacks all over again of how quickly they could in fact find out who she was dating and how soon Preston should find out. Holy ballsack. What the hell was she going to tell Zayn?
You fucked me really well last night, so I smiled. Now SugarScape is going to find out we’re dating and ruin everything. Nice while it lasted, huh?
Just as soon as she thought of him, his name ignited in her phone.
“Hello, Zayn,” she spoke smoothly.
“Babe, did you see the umm… the article.”
She let out a sigh, “Yeah.”
“Jess, when do we tell everyone?”
“Whenever you’re ready to have Preston find out. Maybe we should tell the boys first, you know. Liam’ll know what to do.”
“Why can’t we just figure this out ourselves?” Zayn’s voice was audibly annoyed. She put a hand on her head and hid behind her leopard print Chloe sunnies. She understood the role that he was trying to portray and the reasoning behind it.
“Calm, Malik,” she prolonged the word ‘calm’ as she heard him let out a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. “I trust you, Zayn. I’d just rather have them know, just in case.”
He blew out frustrated air, “I know, love. I know. I just don’t want you to think I can’t protect you.”
“I know you can, baby.”
“This is going to work out. I can’t marry someone other than you. You’re my everything, Jessica.”
“How did we get through five months without each other?” she spoke almost inaudibly.
“Because we knew we’d be back here someday.”
They continued to talk through Jessica’s car ride back to her place. They decided to tell the boys that night in their prime time: dinner. It would be easier to have people back them up when they went to Preston for an official announcement of their relationship. That was if SugarScape didn’t get to him before they did. Jessica got back to her place and switched into a more comfortable ensemble for the evening. She traded out her Givenchy pants for a thick, black Zara winter legging. She removed the textures McQueen shirt for a simpler piece from the McQueen collection and a cranberry scarf adorned from the same collection. She picked up her black, knee high Versace boots and a flawless faux fur Chanel vest. She walked out of her closet, throwing her hair into a mid-height bun when a knock came to the door. She grabbed her always- ready Hermes Birkin bag.
Zayn stood in the doorway with a smug grin on his face and a flaw free outfit to match it. Jessica studied his clothing and he immediately sensed that she was impressed. Impeccably tailored Gucci pant, Oscar de la Renta sky blue button-up, well fitted McQueen Men trench, and a pair camel colored Lanvin chukara shoes. Without a distasteful thing to cross her mind on his clothing choices, she smiled up at him with an eyebrow cocked.
“Let’s go.”
She closed the door behind her and walked ahead of him. He just shook his head and chuckled at her. It was definitely like old times when she would assert her need to have him dressing almost as detailed and thought out as she did.
***
“Malik, hair isn’t going to save you when Perez Hilton talks about us fashion wise as a couple.”
