chapter 36
Music was blaring from our bedroom as I walked into my house. It was Indian music and I recognized it from a Bollywood film Zayn had begged me to watch with him. It was over dramatic and excruciatingly long, but it was cute. And I cried like a cow.
Closing the door and locking it. I saw Ella walking down the hall, her eyes widened. I smiled at her.
“He’s been jamming to his music for the past few hours…”
I nodded my head slowly. “Nice to know…”
She rolled her eyes, mumbling something before walking into the bathroom. I unbuttoned my jacket as I walked to our bedroom. Gently pushing the door further, I saw him dancing. I laughed so hard, but he didn’t even see me until I yelled his name.
He looked up and smiled, grabbing my hand. His lips moved but I couldn’t hear him.
“What?!” I walked over to the CD player and turned the volume down.
“I said, ‘oh good, you’re here!’”
“Why?” I raised an eyebrow.
“We have to rehearse of course, for Don’s wedding–”
“You were serious about dancing?”
“Yeh! Come now… You’re a dancer–”
“Was… Don’t take this personally, Zayn. But I can’t–”
“That’s why I’m teaching you–”
“But, Zayn! I’m not going to dance–”
“You’ll be told to leave then.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m being serious. Everyone comes to the dance floor at the end of the reception and you’ll be the only one sitting down.”
I sighed. “Okay… I suppose, but I’m going to make a total fool of myself.”
Zayn shrugged. “That’s the point, really.” He walked over to the CD player and cranked up the volume before walking over to me.
I took my coat off and prepared myself, tying my hair back into a neat ponytail.
“So you’ve heard of screw the light bulb, pat the dog?”
I nodded.
“Don’t do that. You’ll look like an idiot doing that.”
“Okay, so what do I do…?” I asked, raising my voice over the song that was playing.
“Just, anything really. Like, it’s in the footwork, something like this…” He did some complicated move with his feet and I tried mimicking him. “Er… That’s an attempt.”
“Oh my god, Zayn. I can’t do this, it’s not in my blood.”
“My mum learned, she’s not Pakistani.” I sighed. “Okay, Eli. Think – Rumba. But Indian dance is more, elegant when the beat is slow. More challenging when the beat is fast.”
“Alright.”
“Okay. Move your arms like this.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect. Now, your feet.”
“Alright, and now?”
“Repeat, do it like five times.” I did and he nodded. “See, that was okay.”
“Yeah, for a complete fool!”
“You really are a perfectionist… Try this one. Move your foot behind your other one and then bring it back to the front and do that again but vice versa.”
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Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)
Hayran Kurgu“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my c...
