The Muslim Criminal

Chapter 42 - A little bit of fun

It's been four days staying here and I miss being with Ibrahim even more.
Ayaan us planning on talking to them today and convincing them to come and I really hope they do.
He's been more stressed here and I can tell, he's still trying to make a good impression on them.

I've been avoiding Ayaan sometimes because I'm afraid of what he'll do. I know it's all halal but I still don't want him to do all that. It's so... I don't know. Ayaan is obviously clear in his feelings towards me. The problem is me I guess. I know that I shouldn't lead him on and if Chief finds out about all this then he won't be pleased. Forget Chief if the guys find out about this then I feel bad for Ayaan. Despite all the restrictions I've got I can't help but feel... Content with him. I feel safe and a weird sort of happy. He's like no one I've known and because I've lived with 9 guys that says something. I've got very mixed feelings about this no doubt. I don't feel anything of the sort with Ayaan like how he's feeling but I'm happy with him. I know I don't love him, heck I hate all the things he does. It makes me really uncomfortable but I don't know if that's because I'm not used to it or because I don't like him in that particular way.

He comes into my room and smiles then jumps on the bed I just made. I grab a pillow and hit him repeatedly.
"What the-" Hit "Zayna!" Hit. "Stop it!" I pause pretending to think then hit him once more.

"Why'd you just do that?"
"I just made the bed, why'd you mess it up" I put my hands on my hips. I've been wearing the traditional clothes they have and honestly, some are comfortable but some are so itchy. I miss the clothes that I wear.
He smirks.
"Aw, now you'll have to make it again"
"Not really because you will" I say then get back to folding my clothes into the suitcase
He scoffs then lays on my bed becoming a starfish
"I don't think so Criminal"
"Trust me I know so"
"Oh yeah? How you going to make me?"
"Easy, I've made quite an impression on Daadi and I'll just tell her that we want to stay a few more days to get to know everyone more" I shrug innocently. He sits up abruptly and stares at me with wide eyes.
"You wouldn't"
"You underestimate me Ayaan" I smirk "because I so would"

He glares then gets off the bed and starts fixing it all while I'm laughing.
Once he's done he leans against the end of the bed.
"Good boy" I smile sweetly at him. He rolls his eyes and scoffs.
"So when's lunch?" He says.
"You just had breakfast"
"I didn't ask you what I just had. I asked you when lunch is?"
"Shut up!" He laughs so I roll my eyes "and it's going to take a long time"
"But I'm starving"
"Ayaan, you literally ate your breakfast and mine's" I say
He sighs.
"I know but I'm craving Mama's food. You don't know how badly" he groans.
I smile softly. Must be nice to have food from a mother's hand.
"Well only today left then we can go home and you can eat your mother's food"
"Hmm that's the only good thing about today"
"I know right. I mean if this works, then I'm stuck in a car with you" I make a disgusted face and walk to my bed to fix the pillows. I get tackled onto the bed and try to turn to face him.
"Ayaan!" I shout.
"What" he laughs still caging me with his arms. I ignore how he looks when he laughs and glare at him.
"You just made the bed!"
He rolls his eyes.
"So you're completely ok with the fact I just tackled you"
"Oh trust me, I'm getting you back for that" I close my eyes and sigh. When I open my eyes he's looking at me intently. Oh no, he's going to do something.
"You know" phew!
"I feel as though" he starts. "We should both remake the bed. You know since we both are the ones who messed it up"
I narrow my eyes at him.
"You're remaking the bed" I poke his chest "because of you it was messed up" I try and get out of his grip but he sees it as a challenge and doesn't let me go.
"I won't let you go until you agree to help me"
"I'm not helping you" I fight against his grip. Almost there until his arms close in again. I sigh in defeat.
"When did you get so strong?" I whine making him laugh. I feel his chest vibrate that's how close I am to him.
"When I was 16 I took -"
"I don't wanna know" I try one more time to move his arms but no avail.
"Fine! I'll help you make the stupid bed" I mumble.
He laughs then lets go and gets off me.
"Stupid boy" I mutter.
"I prefer stupid man"
"You're no where near a man" I shake my head with a smile.