Arranged Love (Zayn Malik Arranged Marriage)

The Car Ride

During the car ride, I noticed Zayn giving me short glances once in a while.

“What are you looking at?” I asked when he looked at me again.

Chuckled and shook his head but said nothing.

“So…” he said after a long silence.

“So…” I mimicked him.

He chuckled. Somehow when he chuckles, I don’t know what happens to me, but my lips just curve up into a stupid smile. I feel butterflies in my stomach. Wait no. Not butterflies. The whole god damn zoo!

“What are you deciding to do after marriage? I mean, you know? Any job? Or just housewife?” he asked.

“Umm…I don’t really know…maybe I’ll try to find a job. Who knows?” I said, looking at him.

“What kind of job?” he asked.

“Probably a dance teacher” I said.

He looked at me for a second with amusement in his eyes.

“Really?” he said.

“Yes” I said nodding.

“You must really like dancing eh?” he asked.

“Yup!” I said popping the p out.

“What about you? You know you still haven’t told me what do you do…” I said.

“I work at a jym” he said.

Wow. Just. Wow.

Omg! He works at a jym! Is he like a trainer or something? I soooo want to see his packs now! God help me!

“Whatchu thinking?” he asked.

“Nothing” I said. Embarrassed of what I was thinking in my head. Trust me. You don’t wanna go in there…

It’s mature…

“o-kayy…” he said.

“We’re here babe” he said.

Woah! Babe?!

“babe?” I asked looking at him in shock. My eyebrows raised.

“Yah…you don’t like it?” he said winking at me.

“No I don’t! Don’t call me that!” I said pointing my index finger at his face.

He chuckled and grabbed my hand pulling me forward so my face was close to his.

Oh God.

“I can call you whatever I like now Pray. You’re my Fiancé. And soon to be wife.” He said smirking.

“Well, you can call me whatever you like when we are married. Not now!” I said my face still close to his.

As I was turning around to open the car door, he caught me by my wrist and pulled me back again.

He just wants my fist in his beautiful face.

“What?!” I asked annoyed.

“Cant I get a goodbye kiss?” he asked smirking.

“After all, you’re my “Fiancé” and soon to be wife” he said.

“What! No!” I said. Shocked by his actions.

He pouted then said.

“Only on the cheek” he said, bringing me close to his face. Again.

“No! Now let me go!” I said struggling with his tight grip.

I know he was not going to let go so I sighed and reached forward to kiss his cheek.

I slowly went forward and kissed his cheek. I let my lips linger there for a while, loving his aftershave smell.  Electric shocks going through my whole body.

I slowly pulled back. Now mines and Zayn’s lips were inches apart. We were staring at each other’s eyes. I noticed Zayn looking at my lips for a second then looking back up at me.

Is he going to kiss me? I’ve never been kissed before. Heck I’ve never even hugged a guy properly.

I pulled back and got out of the car. Too scared to embarrass myself in the kiss.

I bent down to see Zayn’s shocked expression.

“Hey, there is a café in out university. You can wait there if you want” I said. My voice still shaky from the previous events.

I pointed to where the café was and ran to my class, noticed I was getting late. But thankfully I reached on time.

I saw my best friend Salina sitting at the back alone. So I decided to join her as always.

“What’s up loner” I said.

“Nothing much bitch!” she said looking at me. No wait, glaring. I swear if looks could kill…

You don’t even want to know.

“Where were you?! I waited for you for like half an hour outside the uni!” she said.

“Can you not shout?!” I said whispering angrily.

“Just tell me where were you bitch!” she asked again.

“Umm…my..Uh..Fiancé dropped me. We kind of got late…” I said scratching my neck.

Her anger left as soon as I said those words.

“Oh! You met him! How does he look? Is he hot?! Please tell me everything? Am I invited to the wedding? Can I meet him?!” she started pounding me with questions.

“Yes I met him. He looks handsome. He is really hot. I’ll tell you everything later. Ofcourse you are invited to my wedding babe! And yes, you can meet him afterschool.” I said.

“Omg omg omg omg!” he started jumping up and down” gosh! This girl sometimes…

Salina is really pretty if you ask me. She had black staright hair hair that reaches her mid waist. By straight hair, I mean REALLY straight! Her eyes are black. Full black. She also has dimples. On the both side. She is a little shorter than me. Her skin is white. Paler then mines. She is simply gorgeous! She gets excited really easily!

 I and Salina have been friends since I moved here, after my parents you-know-what. We greet each other by insults. I think you probably have noticed that already. We never, I mean NEVER complement each other. Even if one of us do. We laugh at it! I know, we’re crazy. But that’s just us! I love her more than myself!

We both love food!

Haha!

The last class of our final year finally finished and we went straight to the café to see Zayn.

This better be good…