Someone Different [Zayn Malik Romance]

2. Meeting the Boyfriend

                It wasn't until I was sitting in Perrie Edwards' house with a personal cook in the kitchen making me dinner that my father called me. I fumbled with my cell phone, grabbing Perrie's instead before realizing I had the wrong one and finally put my own blackberry up to my ear.

                "Hello?" I answered exasperatedly.

                "Honey? Where are you? I thought you were supposed to land over an hour and a half ago." My dad said on the other end.

                My eyes went wide.

                I quickly stuttered, "Y-Yeah, but, um... We had a delay. In fact, I don't think the flight is even leaving California today. Something about a storm in the weather forecast."

                I heard him shuffle around. "Really? The forecast for California is clear!"

                "Maybe it hasn't updated over in England yet," I said, trying to calm myself down. "Don't worry, I'll have mom figure out a new flight schedule and I'll call you when we find out when I'm going to get there. I have to go, though, and call Jem to see if he can pick me up."

"Alright honey, don't forget to text me when you get home safe."

"Of course. I'll call you later, bye dad!"

                And then I hung up, letting out a loud sigh.

                That was too close.

                I needed to formulate a plan. I knew for a fact my father wasn't going to go out of his way to contact my mom; they've been using me as the middleman to get information to and from one another ever since they divorced... actually, I don't even think they have each other's cell phone numbers anymore. So I could put off seeing my dad for at least a few days and figure out how I was going to be Perrie Edwards and Lela Oswalt all at the same time.

                I sighed, falling back further into the expensive couch that was mine for the summer and looked up at the ceiling. It was white with a gorgeous black chandelier dangling down, and I suddenly wondered what it was really like to live this lifestyle. I kind of smirked; well, I was going to find out. I would not let this summer go to waste under any circumstance. I'd have the summer of my life.

                "Miss Edwards, dinner is ready!" A feminine voice called out, and my stomach growled directly after.

                I smiled lazily.

               Food whenever I wanted? I could get used to this.

~*~

                The phone started ringing beside the king bed that I had slept like a queen in last night and I instantly started groaning. My hand fumbled around to grab it, knocking over various things off the nightstand in the process, before I finally grabbed the correct phone and pulled it next to my fluffy pillow.

                "Hello," I grunted, my voice drowning in tiredness.

                A happy voice chirped back: "Hello Miss Edwards, this is your wake-up call and reminder that Mr. Malik will be here in one hour."

                My eyes flew open, and I responded in a British accent, "Thank you very much."

                I hung up the phone and screamed. Now, it wasn't a loud scream, but it was loud enough for footsteps to run down the hall and a maid to open the door and look at me worriedly, a phone clutched in her hand. I smiled apologetically and assured her I was fine, and when she left me alone, I let out a huge breath. I was about to see Zayn Malik, and actually have to pretend that I was someone I'm not to someone I've never met.