I Love You, But It's Arranged...

Chapter 1

Kylie’s POV

Bringg-Bringg!!

“Ughhh! Stupid alarm clock! God ” I thought to myself as I got out of bed. Today is my last day of school. Finally!! I walked over to my closet to get my dress. It is white with blue sparkles on the upper area. I walked to the bathroom and took a shower. I quickly dried my hair and brushed my teeth. Then I curled my hair into loose ringlets and put my dress on.

I grabbed my nude stilettos out of my closet and slipped them on. I walked downstairs and my mum had made breakfast. I grabbed a piece of toast and ate it and went back upstairs and brushed my teeth again and walked downstairs.

I was about to leave but my mum stopped me.

“Honey, come straight home after school today; we are having guest over for dinner.” She said.

“Okay. Bye mum. Love you.”

“Love you too.” And I walked out to my black Mercedes-Benz and drove to school.

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“Mum! Dad! I’m home.” I said as I walked through the door. My mum walked out of her room dressed in a pretty champagne coloured Chanel dress, matched with some black stilettos. She looked gorgeous.

“Oh my god, mum!! You look amazing!” I said. She smiled.

“Thank you darling. Go get changed, I laid a dress on your bed with shoes. And fix your hair and makeup.” She said cheerfully.

“Okay.” I said as I walked upstairs. I saw a beautiful short black cocktail dress with silver stilettos. Wow, it must be a really special occasion because mum never lets me wear dresses like this.

(A/N: Picture of the dress on the side!!!)

So I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower and dried my hair. I put my dress and shoes on then I straightened my long blonde hair. I done some light makeup brushed my teeth and put some lip gloss on. I walked downstairs and the doorbell rung.

“Oh my god!!” My mum squealed.

“Yazer, Trish!” My dad said. Umm kay?

“Kylie, sweetie. Come and me the Malik’s.” My mum said. I walked to the door and saw…

Zayn freakin’ Malik! UGH! I hat him! I hate One Direction! God!!

“Darling, this is Yazer, Trish, and Zayn!” My mum said smiling like a idiot. (A/N: I know Zayn has sisters but in this story he don’t because it will make him more spoiled. But I have nothing wrong with his sisters. They are gorgeous!! Xx)

“Hello Kylie!” Trish said. Hmm, she’s nice.

“Hey.” I replied shyly.

“Kylie, honey. Nice to meet you.” Yazer said. He is nice too.

“Hey. Nice to meet you too.” I smiled. We all walked into the living room and sat down. My mum, dad, Yazer, and Trish all sat on the couch. Great. I have to sit with Zayn. Ugh….

“Darling, this is Yazer, Trish, and Zayn!” My mum said smiling like a idiot. (A/N: I know Zayn has sisters but in this story he don’t because it will make him more spoiled. But I have nothing wrong with his sisters. They are gorgeous!! Xx)

“Hello Kylie!” Trish said. Hmm, she’s nice.

“Hey.” I replied shyly.

“Kylie, honey. Nice to meet you.” Yazer said. He is nice too.

“Hey. Nice to meet you too.” I smiled. We all walked into the living room and sat down. My mum, dad, Yazer, and Trish all sat on the couch. Great. I have to sit with Zayn. Ugh….

Kylie’s POV

“Kylie, we need to tell you something.” My dad said.

“Yes..?” I replied annoyed.

“Well, do you remember grandpa?”

“Yes..?”

“Well when he was in his 20’s him and Zayn’s grandpa were best friends and they made an agreement.”

“About?” I replied buntly.

“Well they said when they had kids that if one had a boy and one had a girl they would have to get married.”

“So an arranged marriage?” I asked.

“Yes,”

“Oh well. Both of you had boys. Haha. I didn’t work out.” I laughed.

“But, they said if both of them had boys or both had girls then if their kids had children that they would have to get married.”

“Wait! So I have to.. get married to.. Zayn?” I said. Okay, now I scared.

“Yep. And also there is no way of getting out. I says in the contract that the only way to get out is when one of you die.” My dad said.

Oh God!

“Kylie why don’t you and Zayn go up to your room and pack your things. And you two can get to know each other.” My mum said.

“Whoa! Wait! Pack my things?” I almost screamed.

“Yes, you and Zayn are moving in together.” Trish said happily.

No, No, NO!

“Come on wifey!” Zayn said. Oh god no.