izzy styles // z.m.

Chapter 6 ~ Modeling

Author's Note:

Hey guys!

I really wish that I was getting more readers; I feel like all my hard work is going to nobody.

So please vote! And I love my fans!

Anyways, I changed the cover. Do you like it?

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The next day, I left my flat for the mall. The boys were out of the house and so was my boyfriend. We said goodbye after the 4th horror last night. He was reluctant because he knew I was almost scared to death, but I lived through the night without some demon crawling up my covers.

As soon as I entered the mall, I could hear my name being shouted.

"Is that Izzy?! Zayn's girlfriend?!" I furrowed my brows.

"Excuse me?" I asked the fan girl who came up to me.

"You're Zayn Malik's girlfriend!" She exclaimed, bouncing up and down. I just shook my head.

"No, I'm not."

"You are Izzy, right?"

I nodded.

"Then you ARE her!" She giggled and skipped away.

I shook my head at the weird chick and walked away, heading for Hollister.

"OMG it's Izzy!" I heard a voice scream in my ear. I turned around, ready to yell at the person who made me half-deaf, until I saw who it was.

"Penny!" I exclaimed excitedly. Penelope Monroe, my hispanic best friend since fourth grade, was grinning with a hand on her hip. She had long black hair and was flaunting around in a yellow shirt that said Keep Calm and Buy Heels and some short blue jeans.

"Hey Iz!" She responded, giving me a hug. But then, she rose her eyebrow, a sign that she was ready to tell me off.

"Chica, you forgot all about me!" She said in her Spanish accent. She pouted and looked upset.

"No, I didn't!" I insisted.

"Sí, you did! I came back to London because I heard that you have a new boyfriend? A famous and sexy English one...?"

I groaned. She was obviously talking about Zayn. "No, Penny. Those are just rumors. I am still with Luke."

"Eww.." Her shoulders slumped. "Lucas Stanley?"

"Oh come on Pen! I know you don't like him, but I'm happy."

"You'll be happy with Zayn..." She tried to persuade me. But my emotions weren't moving an inch.

"No, no. Harry is my brother and Zayn's his friend. Never would I ever be with him." I laughed to show it.

Penelope stared at me in disbelief. "Girl, you need a brain. If I were you, I would've gotten him far before my brother knew him!"

I just smirked and started browsing clothing racks.

"So, how's modeling?" Pennie asked me. I shrugged. The last photo shoot I've had or runway I've walked on was about three weeks ago.

"I took a break," I answered, holding up a sequined shirt to see how it looks on me.

"Buy it," she told me and then continued. "And what do you mean you took a break?"

"I don't know, I just haven't done a photoshoot or modeled for a fashion line in a little while."

Pennie gasped dramatically. "Chica, you are going to find you a modeling job!"