Ordained

Chapter One

Complicated  


 

Knock. Knock. Knock.  


 

"Ok, maybe they're not home..let's go." Zayn said, quickly turning on his heels not even five seconds after i knocked.  


 

"Zayn-" I hushed as the front door unlocked and creaked open, Zayn stood sideways, staring wide eyed at the opened door, fear evident in his iris' that glowed. "Hey mum, hey dad." I greeted with a slight wave of my hand, butterflies spawning in my stomach. They had forced smiles, focused eyes, not on me, but on Zayn. It was so silent i could almost hear my eratically beating heart over the tweeting birds in the bushes.  


 

"Hello, Mr and Mrs.Morgan. I'm Zayn." Zayn suddenly spoke, stepping forward with his arm outstretched and his palm quickly covered with my mothers who gladly shook back, then my dad did the same. I could tell from afar they were observing his tattoos on his right arm, something they definitely would never have expected me to like.  


 

"Hello...Zayn." My mum glanced in my direction as she said his name. Her facial expression was impassive, my fathers was more curious as he stared at Zayn who was evidently intimidated. "Please..come in." My parents stepped back, allowing us entry into the home. Zayn looked back at me, expressing his worry through his worried eyes that looked for guidance, almost like a lost child. 


 

"It's lovely that you could join us." My father spoke through the awkward silence. By watching the way my father stared at Zayn i could tell his sentence was aimed at him. Zayn removed his jacket as he stepped into the warmth, me doing the same shortly after.  


 

"It was my pleasure. I've been looking forward to meeting you both. You've raised a smart young woman." Zayn complimented, tinting my cheeks pink. My father smiled, but my mother scoffed before strolling into the kitchen with her hands on her hips. Zayn lowered his head, his hope of leaving an impression her gone. Just like that. I felt my stomach churn, adrenaline in my veins as i thought of a decent argument to stick up for Zayn against my mother who hadn't even given him a moment to speak. 

I hung my jacket on a hanger beside the door before following my mothers steps into the kitchen, leaving Zayn with my dad who i had no doubt would give him a chance.  


 

"What was that about?" I asked, allowing my anger to be heard by my mum as i closed the kitchen door behind me. 


 

"What was what, sweetie?" Mother asked, only glancing away from the stove for a second. Her pursed red lips hiding gritted teeth.  


 

"That scoff.. it wasn't necessary, mother, he was trying to be nice."  


 

"Darling, he's trying way to hard to impress and that's something i don't approve of."  


 

"He's trying to leave a good impression mother!" I argued, crossing my arms in frustration. "He wants to be nice so you can at least accept him. Whether it's forever or for a few years, he still wants you and dad to accept him, not just for his benefit, but for my own as well." 


 

"Orla, he has tattoos, he doesn't look like he's shaved in days, he smells of smoke and he isn't formally dressed. You left us for him? You ran away, for some..some rebel that can't even pronounce his t's?" She raised her voice, instantly making me shudder at the thought of Zayn hearing her and her insults. I felt like crying and lashing out at the same time.