Standing in an dress with my skin pale and practically glowing as white as snow when the sun's out, fresh and paint-less as my mother fretted over the loose strand of hair that kept falling into my eyes as I stared at watched her flip out over it, sure it was amusing, but i'm highly worried because of the way she's acting, I mean... why is she even acting like this?! She basically treated me like Mulan and prettied me up to be thrown of that fat woman I can remember the name of to see if she is worth for marriage.
That Cricket was awesome... I wonder if I could get one...?
My brown curly hair was up in a bun, the strand that kept falling in my face was a lovely little ringlet I seemed to adore ever since I was young, I knew my pale green eyes were looking grey from my father's point of view, and the blueish-purple dress I had been stuffed into was elegant and yet I liked it.
I wore heels, since I was just a wee lass and wore a necklace that had a tea drop down the middle and a silver bracelet, staring at my mother blankly as she fretted over me, as if she was trying to fix a antique doll up to sell to a doll collecting - I really need to stop watching those Road Antique Guy's on tv.
We haven't spoken about last night and them finding me after I went to a paint concert with my lad's, which surprised me... they're always trying to stop me from straying from being a proper 'young lady', and stopping me from going to these events seemed to be on the top of their list.
But I honestly don't see the problem, all i'm doing is doing what I love, performing (they don't know that, because if they do, it'll turn into a Harry Potter case where they lock me under the stairs for the rest of my life) and basically partying with my friend's while throwing paint and laughing at each other as we fall over because we're drunk.
Well, I don't drink alcohol, not really anyway, i'm not an idiot.
I only have a sensible amount of formal occasions or when someone's celebrating, like that time Rico's girlfriend got pregnant, then I had to have a glass of champagne to toast 'em.
"Now, be on your best behavior, you hear me?" my mother says, gripping my shoulder's while shaking me a bit and stared into my eyes.
"Of course mother, aren't I always on my best behavior?" I smiled at her innocently, blinking my contact lensed eyes at her.
Her mouth goes into a firm line and steps back, "I swear to god Hailey, if you ruin this for us, we'll kick you out-" the door bell rang, cutting my mother's threat right off...
I wonder what she meant by, 'If you ruing this for us'? What the hell could I possibly ruin? And why does it feel like i've been dragged into whatever is going on here?!
My father walked over to the front door as I stared after him curiously, he opened the door and put his fake-kind-of-business-like voice on, "Mr. Malik! Mrs' Malik! Welcome to our home!" my dad let two people in - and then a boy slips in after them with a sour look on his face.
"And Zayn" my father smiled at the young, probably lady man guy. He closed the door and the older couple shook hands with my mother before turning to me.
"Patricia Malik"
"Hailey Rose Davis, a pleasure to meet you" I say, making my voice nice and smooth - which got me a pair of narrowed eyes and one warning me to behave. I took the woman's hand and shook it.
"Yaser Malik" the man say's, I took his hand and he seemed to be surprised by my grip, "What an excellent grip you have young lady" called it.
We let go and I stared at the couple before they both parted and looked at the guy who I bet my soul is their son, "And this is our son, Zayn Malik" ladies and gentlemen, I. Am. On. An. ROLL!
