Shreya's POV:

"Stop fussing with your hair!" I scowled as we boarded the airport bus.

"You poured coffee over it" He whined.

"Stop whining like a kid. I'll take you to a salon" I swatted his hands away from his hair. He folded them before his chest.

"Benett, are you sure my parents are here?" I asked the blondie sitting beside Zayn.

"Yeah, I and Diya cross-checked to be sure. Mr&Mrs. Sharan are here for some business conference" He informed me.

"The CII conference" I declared.

"Yes. It is" Benett confirmed.

I wrapped my scarf around my head and lead the two guys to the depart gate. Stephen and Rahul were waiting for us right at the front.

"Hey" I greeted them with a hug.

"How you holding up?" Stephen asked me.

"Fine" I gave him a tight-lipped smile.

"It'll be fine" Rahul enveloped me in a bear hug.

Zayn exchanged greetings and hugs with them and we introduced Benett to them. Rahul drove us to the hotel we were supposed to stay. They led us directly to the rooms instead of the reception where we were supposed to check-in.

"Hey, aren't we supposed to check-in?" Benett asked the boys.

"Diya and I have already checked in to two rooms in our names to avoid paps. Nothing is secretive when you're in limelight." Rahul answered him.

"Thoughtful" Benett agreed.

"Aww...the little boy had grown brains" I wondered out loud.

Stephen and Zayn chuckled while Rahul slapped my shoulder.

"Zayn, I hope you don't mind sharing a room with Shre" Stephen asked.

"Nah...It's okay" He waved a hand.

"I'll fresh up and meet you two in your room" Benett declared and got his keys and left.

I and Zayn entered the room along with the boys. Diya was sitting on the couch.

"Shre" She strode to me giving me a hug.

"Hey Diya" I hugged her back.

"Fresh up, we got some serious shit to handle" She patted my back.

I nodded in approval and walked towards the bathroom.

"Can I shower first, please?" Zayn's pleading voice reached my ears.

"No can do, princess" I yelled closing the bathroom door.

I quickly showered and changed into a pair of black pencil fit jeans and Harry's Gucci button-up shirt, tucking it in. I walked out combing my hair with my fingers.

Zayn bumped my shoulder as he passed by me into the bathroom. Such a kid! I rolled my eyes and made my way to the dressing table. I gathered my hair to the top of my head and secured it in a bun.

"So, What's the plan?" I asked the group plopping beside Rahul.

"There's a business party tonight that is being attended by Mr&Mrs.Sharan. We're going to attend the party too. When they see you they'll be stunned and shocked. We'll lure them out of the party with you and lock them in a hotel room and make them spill the beans." Benett explained.

"How are you going to make them talk truth?" I asked him.

"He got enough evidence and proof about your biological parents so they'll be obliged too. Benett knows who they are but wouldn't reveal them so they can't lie" Stephen explained.

"That sounds good." I agreed.

"So what do we do till the party?" I asked the group.

"Shreya, you thief!" Zayn pointed at me plopping beside Stephen.

"Drama queen, care to explain?" I rolled my eyes.

"That's Harry's shirt!" He smirked.

"And who's he?" Diya asked him sweetly.

"Are you kidding me? You don't know that he is her boyfriend" Zayn scowled.

"Exactly! I'm wearing my boyfriend's shirt if you feel so jealous I'm sure Perrie wouldn't mind you wearing one of her dresses." I smiled sweetly at him.

"That rings a bell in my head!" Diya exclaimed.

"Oh no!" I along with the two Indian boys groaned.

"Hey" She punched Stephen who was near her.

"Okay pour your thoughts" Stephen sighed.

"Why don't we let Zayn accompany Shreya to the party?" She asked excited.

"Intelligent fool! Did you forget that he's an international star?" Rahul scolded her.

" Venna (Butter;it is used to scold someone when they do stupid things) I know that." She rolled her eyes.

"Aprm enna di (then what)?" He glared.

"Listen! Why don't we dress up Zayn as a lady?" Her eyes were shining with excitement.

"Why do you want him to go?" Stephen eyed her suspiciously.

"If we go along with her, we might get trapped into some emotional drama by uncle and aunty but Zayn won't because they don't know him" She explained.

"Point" Benett appreciated her.

"No No never" Zayn stuttered.

"Why not?" Rahul raised an eyebrow.

"Man,you're a guy too...How can I transform into a girl?" He whined.

I chuckled. Maan, it is fun!

"Don't be a racist, Zaynie!" I scolded him.

"Diya, come let's go dress-shopping" I got up from the seat.

"Dress-shopping for you?" Her eyes went wide.

"Nosilly, dress-shopping for Zayn" I declared.

"Ugh" Zayn groaned.