iman | hakim ziyech

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the knock on the door was loud enough for her to wake up startled. hakim looked like he was still in deep sleep on the sofa in his room, and the bed hakim had allocated to her in his room felt too cold and foreign for her to sleep peacefully.

she heard the knock again, and her eyes widened and she sat up in a jolt. her eyes landed on hakim, who just switched positions and rested his arms under his neck for support. she winced realising he was probably uncomfortable. if only she could handle the whole sharing the bed when she realised that she would have to somehow get hakim on the bed to stop suspicion before his mum realised what was going on.

it was the main door, which was strange. for this time of the morning, she knew it wasn't mrs ziyech.

she looked back at hakim, who was still sleeping on the sofa, and opened the bedroom door to venture out into the living room.

the door to her mother in laws room was shut, and no one was in the living room. only she was awake. she padded over to the living room and the front door of the apartment, unsure of whether she should open the door or not. she looked into the peephole, and saw a young woman, with dark brown hair and sparkling green eyes, dressed like she was about to go on a run.

iman looked down at herself, the long sleep dress and the random hijab she picked up on the way to the door comprised of her outfit. breathing in, she opened the door.

the woman looked surprised at seeing iman open the door, clearly taken back. she was very pretty, and her mouth open and closed as she decided on a conversation starter.

'sorry, i think i have the wrong flat.' the woman said, but iman couldn't understand. she didn't speak a word of dutch. although, the sheepish tone translated it for her. the woman looked like she was going to leave, and iman simply nodded and watched as she walked down the stairs, not even taking the lift. she walked away in a rush, and iman shut the door.

what a strange way to start the day.

'you should be more careful with the door. it could have been anyone.' mrs ziyech remarked, scaring iman out of the haze she was in. she was dressed, looking like she was ready to take on the day, which made iman feel a little self conscious.

'i looked through the hole, she looked relatively harmless.' iman said absentmindedly, as she prepared to run to her room and get dressed properly.

'my love, it's always the harmless ones.' iman didn't know if mrs ziyech meant something else, because it looked like there was more to her words than simple advice.

'i'll be more careful next time. i'll join you for breakfast, just let me get dressed.' iman suddenly became serious, like she woke up from a slumber.

she opened the door, looking for and walked to the bed when she realised that hakim was still on the sofa.

'hey, you can sleep on the bed.'

it took her a few attempts to wake up hakim, who looked like he was still in deep sleep. he resorted to covering his eyes with his arm and sighing like she was depriving him of sleep, which annoyed iman. she just wanted to move on with her day.

she leant against the sofa and started to speak to him louder. if she couldn't sleep, then neither can he. she gave up and sighed, only muttering 'at least sleep on the bed.' before getting up and picking some clothes out of her bag.

she still hadn't emptied her bags.

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i'm sorry i couldn't write more than this :(

love, lei x