"You're late," Perrie said in a unamused tone. She was sporting a red dress that showed off every curve and her makeup was done to perfection, making it apparent that she had other, better places to be. "You knew we had plans for tonight at seven thirty, yet here you are, strolling through the door at eight thirty. Where were you?"

"Can I step into the flat for two seconds without being pounced on?" Zayn replied, the irritation creeping into his voice. He hung up his leather jacket and preceded to make his way over to her. His brown eyes took her in. Despite the look annoyance encasing her face, she was quite gorgeous.

Although, this was the third time that Perrie has yelled at him for being late. He was to the point where he didn't even care anymore. The woman was not only clingy, but crazy, jealous, and snobby. She knew that One Direction was his main priority, she was his second priority. He made that crystal clear the day he asked her out. Zayn thought she would understand better, considering she was also in the music industry. Perrie had to suffer through the same things he did, except to a smaller scale.

"Excuse me?" Perrie's hand went to her hip and she pursed her lips. Her pretty blue eyes began to blaze with anger.

"Did I stutter? I was out working with the boys on our upcoming album. I apologize for being late, but if you insist on going out, I need to be able to afford it."

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore. Our reservations are probably taken by another couple, a couple that actually showed up on time," she hissed. "In other words, keep your hard-earned money." With that, she stomped up the stairs to their bedroom, her heels creating an awful ruckus against the hard wood floor. "It's not like you're going to have that money for much longer," Perrie mumbled to herself, a smirk tugging at her rosy lips.

Zayn just simply rolled his eyes. Why must girls be so dramatic? he thought. He figured it would be best to let her cool down before intruding upon her. Zayn also needed a break, some time to himself. A full day of working with four hyper males was exhausting, not to mention the brief argument with his fiancee.

His stomach rumbled as he made his way to the kitchen. Since he and Perrie were planning on getting dinner out, she hadn't fixed anything for him to eat, so Zayn was left to his own devices. He managed to scrounge some eggs and bread from the fridge and went to work immediately.

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While Zayn was preparing his late supper, Perrie was preparing something of her own, a plan.

Perrie had been with Zayn from the start. After winning X-Factor with her three girlfriends, she was in desperate need for income. Even though the X-Factor guaranteed a contract and an opportunity to rise to fame, it was still questionable. When Zayn came along, he was already moderately successful and had money. Perrie snatched him up immediately. She wasn't attracted to him, she just liked him for his money.

For years, he treated her to fancy restaurants, shopping trips, and vacations to exotic places. Now that they were engaged, marriage was around the corner. Once married, Perrie would finally get the chance to peek at his large bank account and possibly share some of his wealth.

However, this line of thinking proposed questions. What if she didn't have to share? What if it were all hers overnight? There was only one way to guarantee that and that "way" would have to be carried out tonight.

Notes

Woah, first chapter. I hope you like it, despite how short it is. I promise the next ones will be a lot longer. First chapters are always the most awkward, so yikes.

Anyway, I know Perrie isn't a gold-digger or a horrible woman, but for the purpose of this story, she is.

I know that nobody reads these notes, so I'm just going to stop. Thank you for reading!