Arranged Marriage

Chapter 25

A/N: SOOOO Sorry I haven't updated, I always updated at school, and now Wattpad is blocked!! I don't know how to live anymore. Anyways, Here is the chapter, im going to be trying to get back into my 'Writing Routine.' Even though it will be hard. Other than that; Enjoy  :)

Latika's POV~
I woke up to the light rays of the sun, shining through the thin curtains, since the thick ones were open. I rolled on my side, and hit something. I looked and saw Zayn, lightly snoring. I got my glasses off of the bed-side table and went to my closet since I had taken a shower last night, I just went to change. It's early April, so there is somewhat wind, but sunny.  I got some ripped, gray jean capris, and a loose gray t-shirt I slipped on some all-black converse and a black North Face jacket.

Zayn and I are just going to get breakfast, and then the fair or something like that. I went back to the room Zayn was in. He was just waking up. "Morning Princess." He lazily walked to me, and hugged me from behind "Morning." I moved a little, because his chin was resting on my shoulder and he hasn't shaved in a while. I guess he saw, 'cus he started rubbing his face all over my shoulder. "Zayn, stop!" I giggled. "Okay, I'm just going to go and change and then we can get going. Yeah?" I nodded and plopped on the chair in the room, taking my phone out. It was still unlocked, so I could see my reflection. WOW! I need to go and do my hair. I went to the mirror and brushed my hair. My hair is naturally straight, but thick so it wasn't as tangled. I put it up in a high ponytail, having some baby hairs sticking out. Good, 'cus if I don't then I look like a boy.

"I'm done." Zayn came in, and he purposely did this: We were matching in outfits. I don't know why he loves to do that. I have nothing against it, but it's just we all have our own person... Not just because he's my future husband I have to be looking like him. Right?

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We were now in Zayn's car, and when we are bored, and have nothing to talk about we always test how much we know of each other. So, currently that's what we were doing. "Okay.... What's my Favorite color?" Zayn started. "Easy! Purple." He made a smirk, and I didn't know if I got it right or wrong. "You're turn." Yess! I got it! "Ummm... Who is my best friend?" "I am, but im gonna go with Logan...because I dont wanna get punches." I giggled slightly, "What's your final answer?" "Teresa" I had my hand right next to his arm, incase he got it wrong. Which he did. I punched his arm, not too hard, because he was driving. "Then who's your best friend?" "You, duh!" He smiled, proudly. "Of course i am."

 After a couple minutes we were at his parent's house, and mine already there. "Zalika!" Everyone screamed, when Zayn and I walked through the door. I saw a little familiar girl running towards me, and jumps having me catch her. Wow! Safaa, you've grown so much! "Thanks! Can you please come and do my makeup?" I laughed, and said, "Sure.. Right after dinner. Okay?" "Perfect!" I gave her a side hug, and saw Doniya walking to me. "Oh, Doniya! I've missed you!!" She gave me a hug, almost picking me up from how short i am. Im 5'2. Waliyah is 5'3, and younger than me. Wow! 'Hopefully my kids get their height from their father.' I remember Zayn said that once, making fun of how short i am. But i dont blame him, i wouldn't want my kids to look like their ugly mother. "You need to do my makeup to." Waliyah whispered in my ear.  I nodded, smiling at her. I saw an oh, so similar person in the corner, Alex. Wow, he looks different. "Alex??" (Yes, Alex Aiono.)  "You don't even remember me?" "Of course i do! Who wouldn't with your big embarrassing moments?!" "Still the same i see ayye?!" He was also taller than me, he was taller than Zayn, 5'9 vs 6'3. 

"Where's mom?" I asked pulling away from my older brother. "In the kitchen honey!" I let my hands slip out of Alex's, and walked over to the kitchen. "Mum!" I can't believe i was actually excited to see her. "Oh, Latika! How you've grown! Where is Zayn? I wanna see him." "Over here!" 

~About after :30minutes of seeing each other, and greeting and preparing the table.~

"Soo, what's new with you 2?" Yaser asked, looking at both of us. Nothing really... So i looked at Zayn, and he looked at me. "We've just been getting to know each other, you know?" Zayn replies, and we both took big gulps of our drinks, unfortunately it was Grape Juice-which I don't like and I almost spit back up. Zayn was laughing a bit, because he knew how much I didn't like it.

"Okay, so... first thing is first, where is your wedding going to take place?" "Puerto Rico." We answered at the same time. "Isn't that a bit too far?" Trisha added. "It is, but that's where our honeymoon will be, so...why not just have it there?" I shrugged, and Zayn nodded. "Okay, now... Bridesmaids."

~After 2 Hours.~

"Okay, I think it's enough planning for today." Yaser clapped his hands, standing up and giving Trisha his hand. She took it standing up, and taking everyone's plates. I thanked her when she did.

Alex Aiono:
Im so sorry, I just had to put him as an older brother in this, cus he is amazing, and you should check him out on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/AlexAiono