game of love

18

TW: PANIC ATTACK

"That looks so cute!" my mum said as I showed her my new designs for some dresses.

 "Thank you!" I said, smiling face her.

 "I still thank Allah for giving you Hamza, he really is a hero, helping you when you most needed it." she said, pulling my cheek as I smiled. "You can tell him to come to have dinner with us tomorrow, again, he's so jolly." 

 "Woah, mumma! You like him more than me?!" I asked her, pouting.

 "He's just a tiny bit jollier." she said.

I yawned. 

 "Maryam, I think we should get to bed, your dad will be coming late it seems." my mum said, looking at me.

 "No mumma." I said. "You go ahead, I'll finish this." 

 "Okay." she said and went to bed.

Just as I was about to put my things away, my phone rang. I looked down to see the caller ID. It was Maria. 

I answered the call. "Hey beautiful!"

 "Maryam, please...can you come over?" she asked me, her breathing very ragged, it sounded like she had been crying. 

 "I'm on my way now." I said, locking the door, and starting my car. 

Something serious was up. Maria was really upset, something really bad happened. 

I pulled up and ran out, then knocked on the door.

 "Oh Maryam!" Hamza's mum said, opening the door.

 "Selam auntie, I'm here to see Maria." I said, smiling at her.

 "Oh, she's upstairs." she said and let me in.

I was just about to go up the stairs when I heard his voice. 

 "Maryam?" Hamza asked me.

 I walked upstairs to him. 

 "Hi." I said. "I know it's REALLY weird for me to be here at this time, but Maria needs me."

 "It's okay angel, you go to her, she needs you." he said, running his hands through his hair.

I smiled at him. "Thank you." 

 "She's in her room." he said.

 "Wait, she has her own room?" I asked him.

 "Yeah, with all her things she needs, it doesn't have a bed." he said. "It's the first room on the right."

 "Thank you!" I said, then walked off in the direction he said. 

I arrived outside the door and knocked lightly on the door. "Maria?" I called out gently. "It's me Maryam." 

All of a sudden the door opened and I was hugged tightly. I hugged her back and combed my hands through her hair. 

 "Let me see your face." I said and moved away so I could her face. 

Her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks marked with tears. 

 "Maryam! It's all a lie! He doesn't love me! He's a sick bastard who made a deal with my parents to marry me for money!" she cried out, her breathing ragged. 

 "What? That jerk! Don't worry, you don't need him anyways!" I reassured her.

She shook her head violently. "But I do. I learned to love him Maryam." 

 "Maria. You don't need someone like that." I said.

 "Why is it that everyone I love always turns on me, except for you?" she asked me, sobbing louder, her hands shaking.

Oh no - she was going to have a panic attack. What was I going to do?

 "Maria?" I called out to her, then I touched her face. She was so sweaty and clammy.

I walked to the table where there was a bottle of water. I picked it up and walked to her. "Maria." I said, touching her shoulders. "Please look at me." 

 More tears streaked down her face as she began to breathing began to become more ragged. She carried on shaking her head. "No. I can't do this." she whispered.

Oh shit, I was going to have to call someone. 

Reaching for my phone, I dialled Hamza's number. He picked up on the first ring. 

 "Hey angel, what's up?" he asked me.

 "Hamza. Please I need your help. Can you come to Maria's room?" I asked him.

 "Sure. I'll be there." he said, quickly ending the call.

Then, someone walked into the room, standing beside me. I looked up to see Hamza looking at me and Maria, worry etched into every corner of his face.

I got up. "Thank Allah you're here." 

 He smiled at me before he kneeled beside Maria. 

 "Should I call Zayn?" he whispered to me.

 "I don't know. It might help relax her but it might make her worse." I said, stroking her hair as she trembled. 

 "Let's take the risk." Hamza said. "He can see what he did, how much pain he caused her." 

 I sighed. 

Ten minutes later, an anxious Zayn walked in, his eyebrows furrowed. Then his gaze fixed on Maria and he ran to her.

 "Maria?" he asked, looking at me and Hamza. 

Without warning, he hugged her and began stroking her hair, his arms wrapped around her. He softly held her face in his big hands. If it wasn't for the situation, this would be the most cutest thing I've seen all day.

 "I think we need to take the cue and leave." Hamza whispered to me, coming closer.

 "I don't know." I said. "I'm scared Hamza." 

 He faced me and held my hands in his. "Angel. Bhai is with her now, she'll be fine." 

 "What if they end up fighting?" I looked up at him, my eyes slowly filling up with tears.

 "Maryam don't worry. If they do fight, then it's something bhai deserves." he said, holding my hand and he led me out of the room.

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