Good Girl Gone Bad (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 12

GRACE'S OUTFIT - http://www.polyvore.com/pink_dress/set?id=71267371

ZAYN'S OUTFIT - http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc5t9zqntJ1rio8jko1_500.jpg

*GRACE'S POV*

The next morning, I awoke with a huge smile on my face. Big enough to show my small dimples. Moving my red hair out of my face, I walked in the bathroom and started to shower. I have church in an hour and a half and I know if I didn't start getting ready now, I would be rushed later.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked back to my room, looking through the closet for something to wear. I settled with a pink dress that came just above the knee with black high heels. I placed the dress on my bed and set the heels beside the bed.

Once I was finished drying off, I curled my hair in loose curls and started to get dressed. I was finally finished and walked downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast with my parents. "Hi, mum and dad." I said, giving my parents a kiss on the check.

"Hi, sweetie." My mum replied while my dad was too busy reading the newspaper. I took my seat and waited patiently. My phone buzzed and I checked it.

From: Zayn. <3

Good morning beautiful :) I hope to see you tonite at your place xx

I smiled reading the text, the last part catching me by surprise.

To: Zayn. <3

Ummm, my place? xx

From: Zayn. <3

Yeahh I was thinking about having dinner with you parents...? xx

I was about to reply when a plate of eggs and toast were placed in front of me. I locked my phone and set it on the table. My father started saying grace and I bowed my head. "Dear heavenly father, I am thankful for anothe beautiful day on your creation called Earth, Lord. Please help watch over everyone and pray that everyone makes the right decisions, Lord. Watch over my little girl.." He went on for about another minute until he wrapped it up. "Amen." We said all together.

We ate in silence until I broke it, "Um, dad?" I asked him, looking at him from across the table.

"Yes?" He asked, sipping on his cup of coffee.

I looked down at the fork that was in the hand and messed around with the eggs. "Um, I was wondering if Zayn could come over for dinner...?"

"Absolutely not." He responded immediately.

I looked at him, "Why not? Give him a chance, please?" I said, trying to not raise my voice by the anger being built up inside me.

"Because he's trouble, Grace."

"And how would you know?" I yelled from across the table, rolling my eyes. "You can't judge a book by it's cover, dad. God even said so. Yeah, he might smoke and have tattoos, but he's a good person. You don't see it because you're too worried about what other people will think. News flash, dad; I don't care. I'm not your litte girl anymore and I can't wait to move out. Or better yet, move in with Zayn!" I ended, smirking at my father.