Hey everyone, so this is a story about Zach in Cammie while they are in Rome. Bex/Liz/Macey aren't in it except for if Cammie is talking to them on the phone. This was actually and original Story I wrote about a girl whose father was an ex-spy, I really love the original version as it is so much better. I had to change some things in this like the fact that the main girl (Cam) knows how to fight, and is already a spy.

Hope you all like it xx

One

It was 12:23am and my legs were stiff from the long flight over, glad to finally be in Rome I practically jumped down the remaining steps that led off the plane. I was now seventeen and as a surprise mum had said I could travel around Europe for the summer holidays. As I walked into the airport I spotted the attractive dark haired guy who had sat five seats in front of me on the plane, I had spent the whole trip over staring at the back of his head, not knowing what his face looked like.

Hailing a taxi was as hard as teaching Liz how to be graceful; impossible.

I felt someone tap my shoulder and turned around to find the attractive dark haired guy staring at me. Woah, he is so much hotter from the front. I thought as I stared up into his chiselled face, truth was this guy was beyond gorgeous; like just stepped out of a novel gorgeous. Stop staring Cam, you freak! I thought to myself furiously before raising my eyebrows at him as if to say 'Yes?'

The tips of the guy's mouth tipped up. 'Hi, I'm Zach. Want to share a cab?' Every fibre in my body was screaming yes, while my mind was shouting, He could be a psycho path! I felt like telling my brain to shut up, as no one this gorgeous has ever talked to me before, besides I could kill this guy with a piece of uncooked spaghetti. I smiled a held out my hand,

'I'm Cammie, and sure.' After he shook my hand I felt stupid, No one shakes hands anymore. I told myself.

'That's a pretty name.' he said. I was about to reply when the song of 'Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran cut through the air, I shoved my hand into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out my phone and answered the call just as the song struck it's last note.

'Brandy's wig saloon, hair today gone tomorrow.' I answered, using Bex and I's greeting, before realising how geeky I must sound. I looked at Zach who had his eyebrows raised and blushed.

'Cam! Are you there yet?' my best friend squealed through the phone, sounding so much like a six year old that it was a miracle I didn't burst out laughing. I did my signature eyebrow raise before realising that Bex couldn't see me. 'Calm down Bex,' I laughed, 'I just arrived and I am trying to find a taxi.' Of course my ever observant best friend who knew me inside out realised something was up as soon as I said this.

'Cameron Ann Morgan, do you have a guy with you, of course you do; you didn't start squealing with excitement at the fact that you're in Rome.' I looked back at Zach, who was staring at me intently.

'Maaaaaybee.' I drew the answer out and Zach chuckled as if he knew exactly what I was talking about. How does he make a chuckle sound attractive? I wondered, before realising that I was obsessing over him way too much, but then again it was my job to obsesses over every tiny detail.

Bex sighed through the phone in an exasperated way. 'You have a guy with you and you answered with the greeting we made up when we were fourteen!' I could hear her face palm through the phone.

'Love you Bex, got to go bye.' I said before she could begin her lecture on flirting. I turned back to Zach to find him on his own phone, texting someone. He looked up as if he sensed me staring. 'Shall we?' he asked, pointing to an empty cab. I hopped into the cab.

Zach slid into the cab after me 'So where do you need to go?' I gave the address of my hotel and leaned back into the seat, to take in the view of Rome. 'I'm staying only a block away from there.'

When we reached my hotel I was slightly disappointed, the taxi ride had not taken long and I would have liked to spend more time with this perfect stranger. Just as I was wondering what would happen if I gave him my number he got out of the taxi and stretched. I looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders and said, 'What? Aren't you going to invite me in?'

I was momentarily shocked before asking, 'Are you normally this outright?'

Zach smirked 'Why wouldn't I be? I am extremely attractive.' With that he shouldered his unusually small bag and grabbed my suit cases. I rolled my eyes at his arrogance and walked into the hotel. Once we arrived at my room Zach whistled, 'Nice suite, you rich or something?' I merely shrugged and went to see if the kitchen had a coffee machine.

Unfortunately there was no coffee maker, though that didn't matter as I could just go to a café. I walked back into the lounge room to find Zach admiring the television, he had his back to me and I was about to say something so that he would turn around when I caught sight of an odd looking lump under his shirt down at his waist line. I paled, I knew what that lump meant. I must have made some sort of noise because Zach turned around; he frowned when he noticed the distressed look on my face.

'What's wrong?' He asked.

'I think I left my camera at the airport.' I answered, before thanking the lord for my ability to lie better than most people. I could tell Zach wasn't convinced by my quick thinking and lying skills, so I grinned and added, 'Guess I will just have to go back tomorrow. Too bad because I would have really liked to take a picture of the extremely attractive guy I met at the airport.'

Zach smirked and moved forward a pace; I was astounded that that pathetic piece of flirting had worked. I had just meant to tease him but I now realised that this guy might actually think I was gorgeous. I moved forward and tipped my face up to his, hating myself as I battered my eyelashes the way those fake girls on TV did. I slid my arm around his waist and just as he was about to lean down I stepped backwards and raised the gun.

Zach looked shocked as he glanced from where his gun had been seconds ago to where I now stood aiming at his heart.

So what did you all think?

I like my original version better, if you want to read it please go to my wattpad account 'forget_me_not_xx'

Please review, and keep reading. The next chapter is way better I promise xx

Matisse xoxo