The sunlight streamed through my blinds and crept up to my face, ultimately blinding me. Groaning, I tugged on my lavender scented sheets, pulling them over my head and covering the blanket with my face.

"Sun! Why can't you go away!" I moaned turning to my side.

I soon regretted it, feeling the hard pounding in my head. My lips felt chapped and my body felt sticky and sweaty. The faint smell of alcohol traveled up and erupted my nostrils, making them burn and sting. Huffing I sat up quickly, my legs dangling from the side of the bed. Rubbing my eyes I opened them and adjusted them to my surroundings. I didn't even remember coming home last night.

Taking a step off my bed I began walking to the door when I had the sudden urge to throw up and I ran to the bathroom squatting down and spilling the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl, swishing my mouth with Listerine a gazillion times once my spew session was over.

Stumbling out of the bathroom tiredly, I made my way down the stairs slowly and into the kitchen, where one of my band mates, Nick stood eating a piece of toast, with my other band mate Jonas. Grant and Holden were fixing themselves some cereal as I walked in. Grant glared at me coldly following me with his eyes.

"What's the cold glare for?" I questioned him, grabbing a bowl and fixing myself a bowl.

"You're kidding right?" I shook my head no. "You called us to drive you home last night. You were too drunk to drive Zach! Not to mention somebody was trying to pick a fight with you! Holden and Nick had to hold you back! You threw up all over my Ferrari and all over Holden!"

"Don't worry about it man. I'll clean it up. Whatever."

"Wow mate, great apology. Really mate, don't worry about a thing!" he said icily, walking away with a scowl plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry Grant!" I hollered but he just ignored me, sitting down and plopping his feet up turning on the television.

Jonas coughed awkwardly, "You've got a- uh meeting with management today, it's in about an hour, Zach."

I groaned, "Ugh! What do they want?" I grumbled.

"Probably for you to stop being such a bastard Zach!" Grant shouted from the living room sassily.

I huffed and followed his trails to the couch, sitting down beside him and staring into his blue eyes. "Grant, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to go out of control last night, honest. Thank you for coming and picking me up."

Sighing, he turned to me. "It's okay mate, we're just worried about you. You've, well you've changed."

"I have not 'changed'," I scoffed, shoving my spoonful of Krave cereal in my mouth.

"Yea you have mate." Nick mumbled. He was usually quiet in these arguments, the one who stayed out of the drama. I turned and looked at him in utter shock. He only shrugged his shoulders and continued chewing on his toast, avoiding my gaze.

I sighed looking at the clock. Groaning I pressed my palms into my knees, got up and walking up the stairs getting ready for my meeting.

After putting on a white t-shirt and my jeans I pattered back down the steps and walked by Holden, resting my palm on his shoulder. He looked up in surprise then shrugged his shoulder away from me, scowling at me.

"Oh come Holden, I'm sorry," I said, "I really am! I wont get that drunk next time and I'll wash your clothes and anything else you want."

I knew, even if he was mad, he wouldn't stay mad for long. Unsurprised when his next actions was hugging me.

"It's okay Zach, you've just changed and I'm more worried about that, than anything else."

"I have not changed!" I cried for the second time this morning. Jonas shook his head and the rest of the boys ignored me. "You know what? Whatever I'm going to the damn meeting now." I grumbled, grabbing my coat from the hook and angrily slamming the door closed behind me.

:-:-:-:-:

I walked into the clean polished room making my way towards the side of the table where a single seat was left. The table was set up with Mark, Annie, and Lucas sitting on one side. Mark was our record dealer and ultimately all decisions were made by him. Annie's a bitch who follows everything Mark says and has no personality in her whatsoever and Lucas is the head of the management team.

I reluctantly sat down on the chairs and folded my hands in front of me leaning in and staring at them before sitting back. Being my usual snarky self I spoke up.

"Well this must be some serious stuff! Lucas is even here!" I said, sarcasm dripping off from every word.

"Zach!" Annie scolded, glaring coldly at me. Mark shook his head in a disapproving matter and Lucas stayed quiet, observing my actions.

"Sorry Annie, what's up?" I tried, faking a dimpled smile.

"Zach," Mark started in a warning voice. "You're out of control Zachary! Drunken night? Bringing girls home? You're rude language? What has gotten into you! The fans are angry, the tabloids are having field days at your behavior and all your drunken pictures. Women who have been with you are telling, I hope to god, fake stories about you and the boys are pissed at you and you're-"

"Ruining their images as well Zachary." Lucas finished for him in a calm, but deadly voice. Ignoring that I replied coolly.

"I'm just having fun," I shrugged.

"Fun? Fun for you maybe, but you are costing us more money than ever before because we have to cover up for your stupid childish stunts!"

I sighed knowing this was not the first time he brought something like this up during a meeting.

"Okay, okay I get it," I exasperated, "I'll stop."

"You and I both know that, that's not happening Zachary, you never listen." Lucas smirked.

"What are you guys going to do about it?" I asked. " I swear I'll fix myself!"

They all turned and looked at each other before putting their gaze back on me, smirking evilly.

"You're going to get a girlfriend." He stated simply.

A girlfriend? Sweet!

"Oh my gosh yes! This is amazing! Can she be a model? Or maybe Rihanna? Yea, I'm definitely going for Rihanna. She's just so hot! Oh gosh I love you guys! You never let me get a girlfriend!" The whole concept was so new to me, I just couldn't understand why they looked at me so evilly.

Lucas chuckled at me and leaned forward in his seat. "Let me rephrase this for you Zachary, we are going to get you a girlfriend. Not a famous girlfriend, a normal one."

And there it is.

"You're joking right?" I moaned letting my face fall into my hands. "She wont even be hot? Or fun? Are you saying that you are getting me a nanny?"

Mark chuckled, "No Zach, we are not getting you a nanny. She will be a pretty one. We want the media to love her. You will go on dates together and do stuff a normal couple will do. You can be friends behind closed doors, but in public you too will be the couple everyone wants and has to be. You have to act like you're in love."

"What! We are not going to be in love or be friends because I'm not agreeing to this! None of this bullsh*t!"

"Zachary! Watch your language! And you are going to agree with this damn plan, or we will cut you off! You are technically breaking the contract that you signed." Annie roared, slamming the binder that was in her hands down on the table.

Sighing, I rubbed my temples toning down my temper. "When does this start?"

"Today. You meet her today and will go on your first "date" tomorrow."

"You've already picked her! I don't even have a choice!" I exclaimed.

"We have it down to five girls. We will be interviewing them again and then you'll come over at five o'clock." Annie said.

"Do these girls even know what they're signing up for?" I questioned.

"Nope, but once in, they cant get out. Good day Zach and we will see you soon."

A/N: New story! How do you like it? I wasn't feeling my other stories so I decided to start a new Zameron story! Please review and tell your friends!