Arranged Marriage

Chapter 15

Zayn's POV~
I woke up, feeling a harsh pain all over me. My head was pounding and my stomach felt empty but it was full. I stood up anyways. I know i have a hangover, but... remembering what happened i need to fix things with Latika. I walked up the stairs, falling a couple times. When i finally got upstairs, i saw her. Her eyes were closed, and she was laying down on her side. Her hair all over the pillow. 

I picked her up, bridal style, and took her to our room, since she was in the guest room. It's much warmer in our room anyways. 

Latika's POV~
I woke up to the smell of pancakes. "What the world?" I whispered to my self, and got up, finding my self in one of Zayn's shirts. I slowly made my way downstairs, and saw Zayn cooking breakfast, surprised the house was not on fire yet. 

"Morning babe!" Zayn greeted me. 
"'Morning honey" I guess i should start appreciating him...
"How did you sleep?" He looked at me, still mixing the eggs he was cooking.
"Fine." I smiled lightly at him. 
"Well, why don't you go and get ready, i wanted to take you out somewhere."
He knows i hate when he does too many things, or wastes too much money. "Zayn-" He cut me off.
"I know you hate when i do something fancy, but you should try it, at least once please? For me?" 
"Okay..."  didn't want to pick up another fight, so i went with it. 

I took a shower, I put foundation on, enough to cover the small places i was breaking out in. I set it with powder, and i bronzed my face up a bit. I sighed because i knew i was going to mess up. I did my winged liner. Not that bad actually. I curled my eyelashes, and applied some mascara, they made my eyelashes look fake, at least that's what my friend, Teresa says. Those are some $10 bucks i save from buying fake lashes. I put s a bright red lip, since my eyes were nude. Also an excuse from Zayn kissing me...in public at least. i applied some very light blush, barely even there, and highlighted. 

I put on a long sleeve, dress, that went to my ankles, and a cut on my left leg. It wasn't cut low cut, but enough to see my collar bones. i did my hair, in a fancy up-do. Although, i hated fancy things... i loved to help people and even myself get ready for the fancy events. 

Zayn's POV~
I planned on taking her to a fancy restaurant. Alain Ducasse, at Donchester, London. She hates when i put a lot of attention on her, but...we are getting married, so, might as well. I walked in on her changing into her beautiful dress, and once she was in the dress, looking in the mirror, she was looking at me from the mirror. I took out a black velvet box and....