Arranged Marriage

Chapter 19

Latika's POV~

Since she remembers me, im staying with Rosey the nights i can, and every now and then, Zayn stays with me. I was finally falling asleep, around 1 in the morning. When i heard someone screaming. "Im going to die! Im going to die!" I looked around the room, and found Rosey moving a lot on the hospital bed. "Rosey, shhh, Its okay, its okay." I tried to calm her down and when she finally did, i called Zayn to come over if he could, because i didn't want to leave Rosey in a room by herself, and i needed coffee.

 A couple 20 minutes later, Zayn kocked on the door, and came in with a coffe from the cafe. One for me and him. "'Morning love." He chuckled, closing the door and giving me my coffee. "Morning." I laughed, accepting the coffee, oh how i needed this. I dont see why people hate coffe so much. Coffee is life! 

"What are you thinking?" A soft but deep husky voice snapped me to reality. I was thinking of 2 days ago. When Zayn Malik... My once best friend, Bully, and Future Husband asked me. Marry him. Of course i want to marry him... Of course, he made my life miserable. He bullied me, and made my social life impossible. I had no friends, except a couple from before when we were cool. I chuckled thinking of how 'cool' we were. 

+Flashback+

"Latika... If, in 10 years, you're not with someone... Will you be with me?" The little boy, only a year older than me asked. "Of course i would Zayn!" He is only 10, and i am only 9. "Yes!" He silently celebrated his big success, while i slightly blushed. "I need you to sign this." He gave me a paper with his handwriting on it in big words. "Z+L=Forevr nd alwais." And 2 blanks under it. One already filled in, and i was filling in the other blank. "Forever and always?" Zayn asked me. I nodded, and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, as he blushed a light pink. 

+Flashback Over+

"So... What are you thinking about?" Zayn asked once again. 

"Oh, sorry i was just thinking about the future..." I said, not wanting to make it like I'm desperate. 

"Speak of the futute... You never answered my question." Zaym smirked. 

I looked at him, smirking as well. "You never asked me a question, i dont know what you are talking about." I took a sip of coffee, making myself seem innocent. 

"You're a little..." He playfully rolled his eyes, and punched my arm. 

"No, Zayn... Im not a little anything anything." I went to him and kissed hia cheek, and he patted his lap, indicating me to sit. So i did. 

He was starring at my face, which awkwarded me out a bit. He starred into my eyes, and then my lips, back at my eyes, and started leaning in, very closly. I don't know why i haven't pulled away yet. 

His soft lips touched mine, i was surprised at first, but slowly i started to kiss back. Our position had changed. I was no longer sitting on his lap. My knees were on either side of his thighs, and his hands playing with the hem of my shirt from the bavk, as mine played with his hair. We both pulled away, and looked at each other. "Is that a yes?" He asked, smirking bigger than ever. I put my forehead on his, and smiled, nodding a 'yes'.