#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
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Zayn.
Of all people I expected to run into while on the brink of sobriety, Zayn was definitely not one of them.
Why didn't I think of this possibility? It was highly unlikely Seid's brother would be with him seeing as according to the rumor mill they don't even get along.
But they are brothers.
I just wish I had never agreed to this. I wish Marrs Whitman had never been a part of our stupid bucket list. Hell, I even wish I didn't exist at all to avoid this awkward confrontation with my future fiance, donned in his brothers t-shirt.
"I didn't believe Seid when he told me you were here," Zayn is the first to the break the awkward silence.
"Uhh.." I pull the shirt down, stretching it as far as it goes. The incident that happened not minutes ago fresh in my mind. Suddenly a wave guilt washes over me, strong and unexpected. I don't know where the guilt is coming from though. Yes, my future brother in law saw me naked but it wasn't like I made him see me. It wasn't my fault.
If only one could turn back time.
"You headed to NYU?" Zayn stands up from where he's sitting on the bed and walks a few steps away from me.
"Yeah," I make my way to the bed noticing how Zayn's eyes linger on my legs longer than considered acceptable and suddenly get this urge to cover up- which is weird because I should feel comfortable around him right? I mean he's my future husband, he's gonna see it all. A shiver runs through me at that thought, can't decide if it's a shiver of excitement or apprehension. For now I'm just disgusted, I'm not a prude in any sense of the word but for some reason being here with Zayn is making me uncomfortable.
I look down at my hands, waiting for him to say something wondering where on earth I go from here. I was never good with escaping awkward encounters.
"What are you doing here Amira?" Zayn's voice is low- cautious.
I try to come up with a plausible answer because I'm sure the truth isn't very easy to believe. The last thing I want is for Zayn to think I'm desperate and am here to see him.
"My friend," I start, "Scarlet is good friends with Jared and Marrs and she wanted to pay them a visit before heading off,"
"And why are you in Seid's bedroom?" he asks, "wearing his shirt?"
"I spilled coke on mine so he lent it to me," I lie smoothly. No need to tell him I was drunk and still kind of am.
Zayn's features visibly relax and steps closer to where I am.
"Oh of course, I never did ask," My neck itches with anticipation, "What courses are you taking this semester?" I breathe out a sigh of relief as he takes a seat back on the bed. For a second I thought he would ask me if I was hungover or if his brother had just seen me naked.
