Fake Love | G.D

[thirty two]

- a week later

"I'm almost finished, I just have one more fitting and then we can go home" I tell Grayson who's looking extremely bored right now.

I had a rehearsal for a fashion show today, and even though I told Grayson it was going to be boring, he still insisted on coming with me.

Not every show has rehearsals but some of them do, and it's just a run through of what's going to go down on the day. We practice the walk on the runway and get fitted in our outfits.

"Chloe?" Roxy smiles coming over to us.

"What are you doing here?" I smile embracing her in a hug, the last time I seen her was a few months ago.

"I'm working for Versace now, are you walking in our show?" she asks.

"Yeah, I still can't believe it" I admit.

"I can! You were meant to be a model, I'm not even surprised you're working for the biggest clothing brands in the world" she states.

"Thank you" I smile shyly, "are you still working for Amanda?" I ask out of curiosity.

"No I quit" she confesses, "and I'll tell you all about it while I'm fitting your clothes" she says leading Grayson and I towards wardrobe.

Roxy takes us into a private dressing room, where I strip down into my underwear and stand on a small stool for her to take my measurements.

"These can't be right" she mumbles to herself while she writes my measurements down.

"Is something wrong?" I ask confused and Grayson looks at me as if he's concerned.

"No everything's fine, I think I was just given the wrong measurements for you because these are only from last week and they're definitely too big for you, but we can fix it" she assures me.

I try on all my clothes so that she can pin where needs to be altered before the show, it doesn't take long and she finishes up after a few minutes. Grayson and I say goodbye before leaving.

"Is everything okay?" I ask Grayson, while speed walking to keep up with him.

"Yeah" he mutters once we get to his car.

"Grayson if something's wrong just tell me now instead of acting off with me" I sigh.

"Will we get food on the way home?" he asks completely off topic.

"I'm not really hungry, but get yourself something" I shrug and he rolls his eyes at me, "what is wrong with you?" I snap at him getting frustrated.

"We'll talk about it when we're home" his grip tightens on the steering wheel as his jaw clenches.

The rest of the journey home is silent while Grayson speeds through traffic, definitely breaking the speed limit more than once. I don't know what happened, he was fine all day, but now he's furious.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" I ask once we're in the elevator on the way up to our apartment.

"I don't want to talk about it" he mumbles, walking away from me once the elevator doors open.

"What do you mean you don't want to talk about it?" I ask following him into our bedroom, "you've been off with me the whole way home for nothing!"

"Nothing?" he scoffs, "you're clothes didn't fit you Chloe, the clothes that fit you perfectly last week!" he yells.

He took me completely by surprise, I wasn't expecting this at all and I don't know how to react.

"You're acting like this, because my clothes didn't fit?" I ask confused.