Running Out Of Time

Chapter 12

I want to write from Zayn's POV, and I wanna know what you guys think of it.

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Zayn's POV
I wasn't going to apologize to her. She needs to know she is wrong. What was she thinking dancing with a man at a party. She needs to know that she is not correct all the time, and I am going to make sure this time, I will not be the first to apologize. Never.
I thought as I got out of the room and went to my office to think for a while. Who does she think she is anyway. All I was doing is helping her and her family, and she was making this soo hard for me.
I started working with the files I brought home from work. After what seemed like two hours, I decided to go to bed, but there was no way I was going to sleep in the same bed with her even after all her demarcations. When I entered my room, she was sleeping already, sprawled on the bed. God, she sleeps like a boy. I wondered how this was going to work. I picked my pj's and went out to sleep in the guest room.
The next morning, the alarm woke me up just in time for Fajr. I went to the bathroom to make wudhu to pray. I wasn't going to wake Ameera up. I really want her to realize what she did was wrong. Extremely wrong, and if a silent treatment was going to make her realize that, I'll gladly do it.
When I was done praying, I headed to my room to dress up for work. When I got to the room, she was still sleeping. I laughed a bit as I saw her. She looked like she was just being brought out from a jungle. Her hair looked like a bird's nest. I chuckled again. "What are you laughing at" I heard a familiar voice say. I became stiff and went to my closet backing her. "Nothing. You should go and pray" I replied coldly.
"Okay. I would. "she stood up from the bed, and as she was going, she turned." Why didn't you sleep in the room yesterday "she asked.
Silence.
" I was talking to you Zayn " she replied looking hurt. I murmured a No reason to her, as I turned back checking out my closet." Are you really going to be like this? ". Silence.
" Fine, suit yourself "she said as she turned angrily and went to the bathroom. Like I care what she thinks. I scoffed as I headed back to the guest room to dress up.
When I was done dressing, I went to the dining table for breakfast. I heaved a sign of relief when I saw Ameera was not down yet. At least,I could eat my breakfast and leave without any question.
As I was eating, almost done. I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. I groaned. I dropped my spoon down on the plate and stood up ready to leave. "Are you leaving already, you haven't finished your breakfast yet" I just nodded my head as I busied myself with my tie. "Okay. As Salaam alaykum" she said as I made my way to the door. I couldn't be silent to that. "WA alaykum Salam" I said as I closed the door behind me.

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Ameera's POV
Why was he been so mean now? What was wrong with him now. Just a dance won't tarnish his so perfect image. I scoffed as I thought of what happened in the morning. I ate my breakfast with silence as I scrolled through the pictures on my phone.
When I was I decided to go out and maybe have fun today, since I was in a really bad mood. I knew I had to let Zayn know I was heading out. I called him for like ten times. He didn't pick his phone at all. Nine went to voicemail, and he cut the last one off. Why was he being such a baby.
I got up and went upstairs to change to something worth wearing out. If he didn't want to pick my calls, he will have to face the consequences. As I was about going downstairs, my phone rang indicating I had a message. It was from Zayn.
Zayn : What with the calls.
Me : I am going out, just wanted you to know.
Zayn :Why are you going out and where are you going?
Me : it's none of your business. You don't own me, you know?
Zayn : remind me of that later. Where are you going?
Me : I am going to visit my mom and dad. Any objections my lord?
Zayn : We don't know their current location. So you can't go.
Me : You could have said that better.
Zayn : you are wasting my time. I have got loads of better things to do.

Ouch. What was really wrong with him.
Me : okay. I'll go to the mall.
Zayn : kk. Two securitys are going with you. Bye.
Me : whatever. Bye

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After my conversation with Zayn. I felt better knowing I was going out on my own to have fun. True to him is words, two men were already waiting for me by the car. "Good Afternoon Ma'am" one of them said as I got near the car and opened the door to the car for me to go in. "Thanks" I said as I got in the car. It didn't take long before we got to the mall. As I got out of the car, one of the man handed me a card. "Mr Ahmad asked me to give this to you". As I collected it from him, I realized it was a credit card. The rich asshole.
I gladly accepted it. I was here to enjoy myself and nobody was going to change that. As I was going into the shops, I felt like I was been watched, but I ignored the feeling. I was going to enjoy myself.
I went to the spa, and I had a body massage. I had a great time, I bought a watch for Zayn, maybe he would forgive me and start talking to me. The marriage without any fight was awkward enough for me.
When it was evening already, I decided the shopping was enough, so i went to the car with the two security men with all of our hands full.
As I got to the car, the bags in my hands dropped and I gasped. The windows of the car were broken and the tyres were slashed. I stood rooted to the spot. My mouth still open and in shock. The security men were trying to talk to me and drag me away, but I wouldn't move. Not at all. Not until I hear from Zayn.

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