Chapter 6

After a few minutes of pleasantries, deciding what colour and so on, we got started. She picked out a red floor length chiffon dress with a plunging neckline from Dolce Gabbana. It was simple yet elegant. She went light on the make complementing my smooth skin, she decided to do a ruby red lipstick she straighten my hair and decided to leave it loose. I took a look in the mirror and smiled. I looked amazing, I had to give it to her.

"Thanks Mandy, you're amazing." She smiled softly. Just as she was about to say something Zayn walked in, and did he look breath taking. He had on a black tux with a white shirt. His dress shoes looked expensive, his hair looked incredible. He was missing his tie though.

"Hey, I wanted to see what colour your dress is before I put on my tie."

"Oh cool, it's red as you can see." He nodded and stared at me for what seemed like forever, omg he was totally checking me out.

I cleared my throat and he looked up at me, frowning. The Zayn Bradshaw called out on his bullshit and his frowning, no surprise there. He stood there for a few more seconds before walking off. I laughed when he left and turned to see Mandy smiling.

"What?" I smiled.

"You guys are so cute. I can't wait to see you next Saturday." She gushed, already packing away her equipment.

"You can't, but I can." I walked out of the dressing room, turning in the direction of my room when I heard Zayn on the phone. I followed the sound of his voice until I was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his back faced me.

"I know, she looked hot bro, she's going to blow your mind tonight." I couldn't make out what the other person was saying, or who they were, but I knew Zayn was referring to me.

"I need to go, I can't believe I'm marrying her bro, she's gonna be a trophy."

"Shut up, bye." I frowned, a trophy? What's that suppose to mean?

He turned around and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Ari, you heard that?"

"A fucking trophy huh?" I nodded and walked off.

"Wait!". He grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, it's just... It's just boy talk."

"Look Zayn I know you don't want to marry me, but trust me, the feeling is mutual. I don't want to be your trophy, I'm a bad bitch I don't need you. So check yourself before I wreck you." I rolled my eyes and walked off. He called after me but I paid him no mind. He could suck my dick if I had one.

I walked out of the house stepping on the patio taking in as much fresh air as I could. My phone buzzed with a text from Valery, she sent me pictures of her outfit and a few videos of her stylists doing her hair and make up. Count of Vale to go big or go home. I felt someone walk up behind me, and I already knew who it was, I could smell him, feel the heat radiating off of him. I turned around and walked right past him, I walked into the sitting room and sat.