I didnt choose to marry zayn malik. My father thought he would be good for me. When i got home i saw him watching some show on history. i sat down and zayn just had to say something stupid "hey knock knock" whos there i saw " dasiy" dasiy who? "dasiy me rolling they hatin" im hating i saw under my breath but i geuss he heard becouse he got up and left. i took the romote and changed the channel to watch pretty little liars but i started feeling bad fo zayn so i got up and sat with him on the bed and he said " i know you dont like me, its not like i wanted to marry you, but your dad asked and i said yes you seemed neat, but the least you can do is play along" i looked down and said back that i was sorry and ill try better next time i hugged him but then i went back down and sat, around 6 o'clock i started to smell somthing nice and sweet. i got up and went in the kitchen only to see zayn making chiken and dumplings. i set the table and we sat down. it wasnt so bad, we chatted for what seemed like forever. next thing we know its 9 and i went up to get changed, sadly my dad packed my stuff and all i had for pjs was some lace stuff. i put it on, i didnt wanna go to bed in this but i did. we i went in zayn said "let me geus you didnt pack?" haha no i said and i sat down, then he got up and went to he drawers and pulled out a t-shirt and some sweat pants and told me "look you can wear this, it should be more comfy then that haha" omg! thank you, i went and changed. when i came back zayn told me i looked better, then i went to bed.
