Destined To Be

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

"Wake up man!"

I grunt as someone tosses a pillow on my head.

"What the fuck?" I groan and turn my head to see Zayn standing in the doorway of my bedroom.

"Get up, mate! I thought you were up already." he hisses and walks away.

I rest my head back on the pillow and reach for my phone that on the bedside table. I blink my eyes a few time to adjust to the bright screen light.

7:53 P.M., it read.

"Shit!" I curse, as I jolt up, sitting straight. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.

I was supposed to be all ready and dressed by 8 for the function. And I'm already late on the first day.

Quickly, I swing my legs off the bed and stand up. But before I could make my way to the washroom, my eyes land on a dress hanging by a hangar on a cupboard. When I move closer, I realise it's a traditional Indian wear for men, the same one that Louis and Zayn wore for our 1DDay special.

What was it called?
What was it called?

I rack my brain hard, thinking for the word.

Kurta! Yes!

It looks absolutely gorgeous. The cream coloured matieral feels soft on my skin. It also has golden embroidery around the collar and the opening neck line. I lift the kurta up and see another piece of clothing... probably something to wear underneath.

I move away from the cupboard and quickly make my way over to the washroom to freshen up. Once done, I put on the Kurta and these really, really narrow pants. I spray my favourite perfume, style my hair up in a quiff, grab my phone off the side table and head off.

I come out of the out house and walk through the lighted pathway which leads to the main house. The door is already open and I can hear loud chattering. I climb the perron that leads up to the house and enter.

"Finally!" I get taken aback as Zayn wraps his arm around my shoulder. He looks very nervous... Like he wants nothing more than to run away from here.

"What are you doing here?" I chuckle as I couldn't help it.

"I don't know what to do! Mom would have dealt with all of this perfectly... She should have been here." he hisses, "Feeling a little overwhelmed, that's all." he says quickly.

"It'll be okay. You don't need to stress okay. Doniya is like my sister too. So let's get through the night together as a family, okay?" I hold both of his arms and give him a tight, reassuring squeeze.

He nods his head, but still looks a little uncertain.

This is when I notice him. He too is wearing a kurta and these oddly tight but comfortable pants. But his kurta colour is more of a beige with golden embroidery.

"You pulled it off clean, mate!" he says as he looks at me up and down.

I shake my head and laugh, "You too don't look bad."

"Let's get going, yeah?" he asks and I nod my head.

I look ahead and feel like the whole vibe of the house has changed. There are people sitting on the couch... Who look like the elders of the families. Some kids running around the foyer. Most of those, who...well aren't old are standing in small groups chatting away.

Though the house looks lively, there are only around twenty people present. They're all dressed in beautiful Indian clothes. They are so colourful and vibrant.