Arranged Marriage [Zayn Malik]

Chapter 13

Zayn excused himself and went to the "washroom" while both my parents look at me with a really disappointed look. "bapa listen to me and you will listen. I'm not disrespecting you here but why such a sudden notice, it's June - July the thing is happening we're only in December yet, why can't it be during spring like March or April? Ma, what are you doing? I'm ready to get married to him but please not so sudden" I said getting up, grabbing my coat and heading outside for a walk. I could smell the distinctive cigarette odor coming not to far, so he went to smoke. I followed the scent to the back of my house where my old tree house is, not very far

I walked quietly and sat down besides him not saying anything. He looked at me and rested his head on my shoulder after crushing the cigar on the ground. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad inside there sam..... But I'm stressed out here. The thing with Perrie you know what I mean" he says and sighs heavily. "Yeah I know Zayn so I spoke tobmy parents about it, like during spring? Gives enough time to find out if the baby is yours..." I said and he looks at me. "you think they'd do that? I mean it's our father's we're talking about here" he says. "I'm sure don't worry Zayn" I said and he snuggles into me further. "you smell nice like really nice, powerful!" he says and takes a long whiff. "hahah it's a Victoria secrets one, can't remember the name" i said and he smirks. "no wonder why" he says and chuckles. "could we stay here a bit longer then go back in?" he asks. "sure anything hun" I said and played with his hair. His hair is really growing and getting a bit long. It feels really nice tho. "that feels good mmm your hands are so soft and delicate sam" he says and closes his eyes. "don't sleep away hun" I said and later caressed his face. Just then a glop of snow from the tree house fell all too fast and landed on his face making him jump in fear and me laughing like I don't know what. "what the fuck" he says wiping it off his face. "haha time to go back now?" I asked. "Yeah let's go come on" he says taking my hand and swinging it. "my appetite has cut and I feel bad for wasting your mother's biryani and tandoori chicken" he says. "wanna carry it home?" I asked. "yeah" he says. "I'll tell ma" I said. "you know you look like your dad but your mum too" he says stopping and admiring me. "thank you and so do you but you look like you mum a little more" I said and he nods. "thank God for good looking genes huh" he says. "yes of course" I replied and he poked my dimple.

We walked in and into the kitchen but there wasn't anyone here. "where'd you think they are?" I asked. "let's go upstairs and check" he says. Nearing closer to their room we've noticed that it was locked and dear god, their bed was shaking tremendously. "Jesus Christ!" I said covering my ears.

We ran downstairs holding our stomachs as laughs erupted from our mouths. "let's leave and give them some privacy" he says. I nodded and wrote a note saying we were going. As we entered the car, Zayn mimicked moans and i turned red out of embarrassment. "stoppp Zayn! Sex is a part if like and our human nature but jeez it's my parents it's gross thinking about it" i said trying my very best to rid that image out of my head. "haha If you think that's bad, babe I was twelve when I walked in on my parents and was mortified" he says shaking his head while laughing. "oh.... Whoa..... That must've been adventurous huh" I said and he laughed even more. "trust me, it was quite the opposite" he said and we both laughed. "Oh the good ole days!" I said wiping away the tears formed. "wanna get coffee or tea before we go home? Or you wanna get clothes or anything?" he asked. "I'm good with tea" I said and he drove a bit further then stopped at a little cafe, really cute must I say. "hello dear how are you?" said a cute little lady at the counter. "hello mamiji he said and smiled, it was his aunt. "And who might this be Zayn?" she asked. "hi I'm Samira, Zayn's fiancé" I said blushing. "oh my you're Samira? You're even prettier in real life" she says. "thank you" I said. "what can I get for you both?" she asks. "um A mochachino for me and a spiced latte, green tea flavoured for my lady" Zayn says. "oh can I get two of your vegan cupcakes please" he asked. "sure dear coming right up. "How much?" he asked. "it's on us don't worry" she says. "no, mamiji i can't do that here just take this" he says and placed a ten pound note on the counter.

"let's go sit" he says. We took a cozy area to the corner and he placed this chin on his hands and just looked at me. "what?" I asked trying to figure out what's on my face. "I'm so lucky, you're quite beautiful" he says. "thank you and so am I zayn" I said holding his face in my hands. "so I know it's early to think about the wedding now but I've been thinking about it" he says. "no it's definitely not to early to think bout it, I mean I have too" I said. "good, have you decided a venue or would you rather the ceremony home?" he asked. "home we can have a reception somewhere else" I said and he nodded. "there's this beautiful hall my cousin owns. She's a... I forgot what she does, I think wedding planning I'm not sure but I can ask her. About an hour from here tho" he says. "Yeah its no problem" I said. "I've been looking at some clothes as well and Mashallah they're so beautiful, pink and gold for the win?" I asked. "I'm not wearing pink on my wedding day" he says. "okay..... But you know you'll not be wearing pink, i would be, you'll just wear a sherwani to accentuate my clothes" I said and he nods. "Zayn," his aunt calls and he goes to collect the stuff. I stood up and went as well. "you're both so beautiful, may Allah bless you with beautiful babies and a beautiful life, Mashallah" she says and someone scoffs. "terrorists" he says under his breath. "excuse me?" I turned around and asked. But he just looks at us in disgust. "Yes terrorism is bullshit, yes It's a disgusting act but do you really think we're involved in it? Do you think any Islamic that pasts you are terrorists! Please grow up we want what's best for this world not following up with those terrorists. I suggest you shut you mouth and say further no more" i said and angrily and pulled Zayn out of the cafe. "calm down baby" he says. "how do you expect me to be calm when someone disrespects one's religion like that?" I asked sitting in his car. "it bull-" before I could continue, he grabbed my face and locked our lips together. We kissed for what seems forever and I ended up with a hickey. "see what you do to me babygirl" he says and points to his crotch. "did i do that now?" I said lightly touching him. He takes a deep breath and bite his lips. He accelerates his speed and pulled in, in a old road. "fuck, I'll fuck you so hard if you continue" he says. "eh, too bad I'm on my period" i said. "doesn't mean your mouth is bleeding too does it now?" he says and i smirk. "Ohhh come here baby girl" he says and zips his zipper down.