*Jazzy's POV*
"It's been over a month since we've met and my parents still don't believe me. They're upset because I haven't been home lately cause I've been with you but they don't believe that I've been with you this whole time." I sigh telling Zayn.
"Call them and I'll talk to them. I mean you can't make my voice up. I'll talk to them and see what they say about you coming to England with me." Zayn tells me and I nod, hesitantly giving him NY phone.
He scrolls through my contacts until he reaches my mom's number and presses call. He puts the phone up to his ear waiting for her to pick up. He doesn't look nervous, not one bit. I know if I was talking to his parents, I would definitely be nervous.
"Hello, Mrs. Prather. This is Zayn from One Direction. I just wanted to clear things up and let you know that Jazzy is with me and has been, she's not making anything up. I'm asking for the both of us, but we wanted your permission if she can come stay with me in England. I know that's a lot but in just a week or so we'll be back for our album promo and it's in Orlando so I will make sure we come up to Georgia so you all can see her. I also don't mind letting you guys fly to England to see her either, I'll pay for your airfare." Zayn negotiates calmy.
"Zayn that's quite a big offer but I also know how much my daughter loves you and the others so I'll let her go. Under one condition." My mother says sternly.
"Yes ma'am?" Zayn asks.
"Take care of my baby girl." She says.
"Absolutely. I promise." Zayn says with a smile.
They both say goodbye before hanging up and Zayn hands me my phone back.
"You're amazing you know that?" I ask with a smile on my face.
"I've been told a couple of times." He smiles and we both laugh.
We get up and walk out to the suburban. We get in the back as it takes us to my hometown in Georgia. Once we get to my house, we get out and walk up to the door. Zayn insisted we knock, but since it's my house, I just walk in and he follows. He greets my parents and talks to them while I walk to my room and pack my things. Once I quickly pack everything I need, I say my last goodbyes for a while and we head for the airport.
"What if we get mobbed at the airport? Or on the plane?" I ask, starting to freak out.
"Babe, don't worry. We have security for walking through the airport, I am sure they'll be fans but you just have to walk without stopping. And the boys and I have our own private plane. So it'll just be the two of us." He says with a wink.
I blush and look away slightly. The car stops, telling us were at the Atlanta airport. We get out of the car, Zayn grabs my suitcase and I hold his hand, staying close to him as we walk through the crowded airport. We quickly get to the gate needed, and walk onto the plane. About 10 minutes afterwards, we take off.
"I know you haven't slept well the past couple of days, this is an 8 hour flight, you can get some sleep if you need to. There's couches, also an additional private room with a bed if you want a quiet sleep." Zayn tells me.
"If I go to the room to take a small nap, will you stay with me?" I ask.
"Of course." He answers with a small smile.
We get up and he leads me into the room. Since I don't plan to sleep the whole way there, I just get into the bed with the clothes I have on, as does Zayn. My eyes feel heavy, as I slowly fall asleep.
*8 Hours Later*
"Babe, wake up." I hear as I start to wake from my slumber.
"We're here." Zayn tells me.
