23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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Fatima dressed up casually that evening, she wore a pair of jeans with a white tank top and nike sneakers. She put on neutral makeup and applied a colourless lip gloss. She tied her hair in a neat ponytail and put her small bag which contained of her phone, brush, lip gloss and bank card around her waist. She then checked herself in the mirror and felt good, she was comfortable in her outfit. She left the room, rushing downstairs and met her new security guards, Thomas and Keith. She told them she was going out and they were going with her. She went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, leaving the kitchen, she met with Zayn coming back from work.
"Welcome back, dear husband!" She cooed and he chuckled.
"You're in a good mood."
"Yes I am, I was talking to my uncle today so that explains my mood." She replied, happily.
"That's great. Going somewhere?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm meeting Mathew tonight, he's on his way to pick me up." She said.
Zayn frowned and gave her a death stare. There was no way that bustard was coming to his house, ever, not in a million years. No ways...
"You're not going and he's not coming to my house."
"What?"
"You heard me loud and clear. That motherfucker is not coming to my house and you, mi reina are not going anywhere with him. Not now and definitely not ever. Are we clear?" He growled at her.
"I don't need your permission, Zayn. I'm going out whether you like it or not. It's not my fault you're stuck up at times."
"Stuck up? Stuck up, Fatima?" He yelled. "That moron is brainwashing you and you're letting him. You're almost died for goodness sake." He continued.
"I almost died fine, I get it, Zayn. But sitting around here all day doing nothing is depressing as it is. I didn't go anywhere yesterday, I didn't go anywhere that day. I'm going out tonight. You have a problem with everything I do... "
"I have a problem with everything you do because you don't use your damn mind."
The door opened and one of the security guards entered.
"What do you want?" Zayn growled at the poor guard.
"There's someone for Madam."
"Who is it?" He asked about.
"He says his name is Mathew."
"I swear I'm going to kill this asshole..." He walked off and stopped, turning back to Fatima. "...and I will kill you if I ever see you with him again." He stormed off, going outside. He was going to chase Mathew out. Fatima stood there confused and also pissed because she didn't appreciate Zayn controlling her life. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she just wanted to let loose and forget about everything.
