Behind The Cameras [Zerrie]

Chapter 1 [Zerrie]

"We are getting really tired of your bullshit Zayn!" One of the guys from management yelled, being heard across the room, while he slammed a newspaper on the table, that landed in front of Zayn. He was tired and sick of always having to deal with these type of problems with Zayn. Not wanting to provoke or anything, Zayn picked it up and looked at it, trying not to laugh. He didn't want to push it. The headline was big enough to make Zayn frown his face. All eyes were on him, and nothing made Zayn scarred of what the media had to say about one of his many rendezvous. The headline read: 

"ONE DIRECTION HEARTHROB TAKES STRIPPERS TO HIS HOTEL ROOM! SCANDAL!"

And there was pictures of Zayn holding both hands of two girls wearing nothing but underwear and high knee boots. Zayn had a drunken face on, with his eyes red and a big cheeky smile, that could attract any attention. 

"You promised to us Zayn, that you would behave better and not act like a total asshole. We are getting tired of paying the media to give you a good image. We are tired of trying out best to make you look like a nice guy. Enough is enough. You need better company." He yelled staring at Zayn, who had a blank expression on his face. He looked at his band mates, as they looked down and kept quiet. Zayn rolled his eyes, because he knew his band mates would never say anything to piss off management.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Zayn asked scared of the consequences. He didn't want to leave the band, and get "better company". He loved the boys, they were like brothers, but at the moment, they weren't representing much of the brotherhood.

"It means you need to get your head out of your ass, and find people who are loved by the media, and see if it boosts up your reputation." The guy said sitting on the chair facing Zayn. "Boys, I need you to leave me and Zayn alone for a private conversation." And they did so as he commanded. While going to the exit door, the boys tapped Zayn's shoulder for support. 

"Am I being kicked out of the band?!" Zayn asked once his mates were out of the room. He looked angry, but not angrier than the man he was facing. This is not the first time management was mad at Zayn. His behaviour just kept getting worse. Last time he got into a fight with one of the members of The Wanted and the whole country found out about it on the next day. 

"It would be a great solution, but an awful idea. I need you to realize how fucking messed up you are. People thought that once you were dating Olivia, you would change, then you go and break up with her-"

"That whore cheated on me, why the fuck would I keep that relationship?" Zayn questioned cutting him off without caring. Olivia was one of the girlfriends that Zayn will forever regret dating. She messed him up even more.

"I could care less!" The guy said making Zayn shake his head. All he was to them was nothing but a toy, that made loads of cash. "You had strippers in your hotel room, you were involved with a married woman, wife of a embassy counselor and you were caught with marijuana. Are you aware of all this?"

"Yes I am, but I did it for a reason." Zayn defended himself, not wanting to be unjustified. Yes he did all those things, but he did them because of God knows what.

"A reason that I could care less about." The guy emphasised on the fact he doesn't give a shit about Zayn, but his image. It was his job to make the boys look their finest to the media, and if that job wasn't accomplished, he would get fired.

"So what do you want me to do? Apologize?" Zayn asked wondering what would happen. He really didn't feel like apologizing and little did he want to make a public announcement regretting his mistakes.

"No, because you would learn shit from it. You see that girl?" The guy said pointing at a poster on the wall. It was the poster next to the One Direction poster. It had four girls in it, and the guy was pointing at the one with blonde hair wearing a green dress and black high heel shoes. 

"Grinch?" Zayn asked getting a mad response. He knew very well who she was, one of the girls from the band Little Mix. The poster contained pictures of when they went to Australia for the summer photoshoots. 

"I want you to date her." The guy said and Zayn looked at him with a shocked face.

"You want me to fucking date the virgin of that clown band?" Zayn spat out without thinking. 

"I don't care what you want. She is a nice girl and her image with the media is the best and if you date her, you can guarantee a favorite chair with the paps." 

"Why can't I date her?" Zayn asked pointing at the girl beside her. She had a cute smile and her hair   was wavy and she looked nice holding a teddy bear.

"Jade has a boyfriend, and Perrie is the only one currently single in that band. Now you listen to me punk, I am not going to lose my job over your shit. 'Grinch' is the sweetheart, paps love to follow her.  You two date and I swear they will think you are a better person." The guy announced getting a disapproved look from Zayn. He couldn't believe it.

"I only met this girl once and I already fucking hated her, now you are making me date her, because the press loves her. She is a fucking prude and you know I always make my relationship with my girlfriends sexual. One touch and that girl will call the police." Zayn yelled standing up and the guy stood up standing bigger than him. Zayn felt smaller and sat down to try and calm himself down. Maybe he shouldn't have said those things.

"I don't care how you feel about this. You stay in here while I tell the others to go home. Perrie is on her way and I swear to God, you better be nice." 

"Who's God anyway?" Zayn joked and the guy shook his head and went outside to talk to the rest of the boys. As he heard mumbling and people walking away, he received a message from Liam, saying he hoped he was ok.

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Perrie was on her way to the tall building. She has been here before with the girls to have meetings about the band and their music. But today she was going alone. She entered passing by the 1D boys, who greeted her. They plus the numbers, and knew Perrie was going to be in the meeting with Zayn. They just hoped everything was ok, but little did they know things were far from being fine.

Perrie knocked on the door slightly. "Come in Perrie." She heard and entered the room smiling at Marcus, the guy who has been yelling at Zayn. "Sit down please." He pleaded, while Perrie sat next to Zayn.

"Not so fucking close." Zayn muttered and Perrie shot him a glare, standing up and sitting down chairs away from him. "Thank you."

"No need to be rude asshole." Perrie whispered and Zayn looked at her and bit his lip to not saying anything, but failed badly.

"What did you say?" Zayn asked grabbing the side of his chair. Perrie smiled at him, looking sweet and innocent.

"I didn't stuttered." Perrie responded and Zayn calmed down looking at Marcus, avoiding to look at Perrie. "..prick." She whispered again and Zayn stood up from the chair approaching near Perrie, but Marcus got a hold of his arm.

"Say that to my face, you whore!" Zayn shouted and Perrie laid back on her chair and smiled whispering the word prick again. Zayn sat down, being pushed by Marcus.

"Ok, enough! I was telling Zayn here about the fact that you two were going to date." Marcus re explained and Perrie nodded. Zayn looked at Perrie, lost.

"You fucking knew?" Zayn asked standing up again, but being pushed down by Marcus.

"Yes, because Marcus told me before hand. They are desperate, and since they can't kick you out of the band, I am your only solution." Perrie smirked making things clearer to Zayn. He slammed his fist on the table and looked at Marcus.

"You told her before? And here me thinking that I could convince the bitch to quit this stupid plan." Zayn said offending Perrie as she crossed her arms.

"Better bitch than a basket case." She whispered again and Zayn lost his shit standing up and going near Perrie.

"Listen to me little slut, I will date you and make sure the 'media fucking loves me', then I will dump your sorry ass. You know what? I hope you receive death threats like Olivia did. You are that whore are both the fucking same. I hope you burn in hell." And with that Zayn walked away, grabbed his jacket and left the room.

"I told you he was going to be pissed." Perrie recalled telling Marcus that this was a bad idea. She could see that this plan would be ruining her life.