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

Chapter 2

“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.

Kylie’s POV

“Ughhh!” I moaned as we walked up the stairs. I think he is staring at my butt.

“Ohh dear, feature husband of mine. Keep your eyes straight ahead!” I said in a sarcastic tone. I think I mad him mad … Whoops! Haha, No. 

“Just shut up and go to your room.” He said.

“Yes, mum!” I turned around as I said that. Man, he is MAD! Oh well. I smiled.

“Just shut th-..” He started to say but his mum told us to hurry up.  Haha, mummy’s boy got interrupted by mummy!!  I chuckled to myself. Jerk.

As we got to my room Zayn slammed the door behind us infuriated. Well, someone has their knickers in a twist! Haha.

“SHUT UP!!!” Zayn said. Huh..? I didn’t say anything.. Ohh wait.. did I say that out loud?

“Did I say that out loud?” I asked innocently.

“YES!” He screamed. Okay, now I’m a little worried…

“But remember babe. I WILL make you regret this. I’m going to be the best-worst husband ever!” He smirked.

“Huh?”I asked.

“I will be the best husband in front of people. And the worst husband when its just me and you! Got it babe?” Okay……

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Me and Zayn were at our new house. It’s huge! Okay, anyways. Turns out me and Zayn also have to share a room. GREAT!! …Note the sarcasm! God, I officially hate my life.

“Hey babe! Come to bed.” Zayn said in a flirting tone. Ugh.

“No,” I stated.

“Yes,”

“No.”

Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NO!

“YES!” God, now he is mad again. I guess I will go to bed.

“Fine,” I mumbled.

As I went upstairs Zayn followed me. Weird. I went to my closet and saw I had a completely new wardrobe. Nice. I went trough the pajamas. Lingerie, Lingerie, shorts and a tank top. Well I guess its shorts and a tank top. I walked into the bathroom and changed. When I walked out Zayn was sitting on his side of the bed in just his boxers. Man, he is hot. NO! Shut up Kylie!!

“Like what you see?” Zayn asked smirking. God, he caught me!

“No!” I lied.

“Sure babe, but I like what I see!” He said.

“Oh dear lord!”  I screamed.

“Just shut up and get in bed!”

“Fine!”  I stated.

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I woke up to a pair of tan arms around my waist. I looked and saw Zayn sound asleep with his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

“Zayn.. ” I whispered.

“Yes?” He muffled. He sounds hot in the mornings. Yep,  I could get used to this.

“Umm, you do realize that you have your arms around my waist, right?” I asked.

“Yep sure do. No go back to sleep, love.” So I did as I was told.

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