Arranged To be Malik

Chapter 52

" And hey,
I know there are some things we need to talk about,
And I can't stay,
So let me hold you for a little longer now." Shawn Mendes~ Never be alone.

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Rawan's POV:

                 I wake up to the sound of birds chirping from outside the house. I have been sleeping on Zayn's bed, and having him in my lap for God knows how long, I am just thankful that I am trying to control myself in front of him not to make everything harder for him, he does already have enough in his plate. His arms are heavy, and comforting against my body, that's why I don't like the idea of him waking up. I am not an astronomer, but I am sure it isn't past ten in the morning, which gives me a lot of tiredness that I couldn't catch enough sleeping because of my worries about my husband. I honestly don't want to move, but I know there is a lot of mess downstairs wanting to be done in the next few hours before Zayn, and Adam wake up, plus, I don't want Adam to see this scene again. 

I try to motivate myself to push Zayn's body away from my body, but I can't bring the heart to do something like this, I miss the feeling of his warm body against mine, I miss kissing him, I miss sleeping next to him, I simply miss him. Closing my eyes again, I try to get some sleep, wanting to be close to him for some minutes, but my try fails when I know I won't get any sleep.

As quiet as possible, I push Zayn's heavy arms away from my body, praying he won't wake up because he needs to get sober by sleeping enough time to allow his body to relax. I press a soft kiss on his warm forehead, and I tip toe to make my way downstairs to clean the mess. I use the bathroom that is in downstairs, in order to not wake him up by the sound of the running water, after washing my face to get rid off sleeping, I go to face different bottles of vodka, many numbers of cigarettes in one ashtray, making me cringe in disgust at the smell and the sight of them. How in hell could someone take the taste of them?

Sighing loudly, I begin to clean the whole house from downstairs, seeing that there is dirt all around the kitchen, couches, and chairs. How could my family live like this? I don't feel like I am their maid, I am just the first lady in this house, and I have to keep it in order and in its right shape, plus it's my responsibility to look after it in every way possible.

While I am cleaning up the mess, I try to block my memories of my happy life with my husband. I try to block the memory of him with Perrie when I caught them kissing, breaking my heart all over again. I need to forget this, but it's not that easy for me not to put my focus on this sensitive subject.

I don't know how much time I take in tidying the house, but I know I take over one hour to finish the mess that's done in here. If a tornado hits this house hard, it will never make this much mess. After finishing the whole living room, and the kitchen, I decide it will be my treat this morning, I will make a home cooked breakfast, just to make them happy for a while.

I put all of my efforts in the breakfast, wanting it to be delicious for them. I make variety of food, like a plate of omelette, many of pancakes with syrup, and many more of different delicious dishes, I don't forget to make coffee for Zayn and I because we are coffee freaks, and I prepare orange juice for Adam since he shouldn't drink too much caffeine in his young age. I cover all the pans that I have been cooking in them in order to keep the food warm until Adam and Zayn wake up, which I don't think it will be long, and put the juice in the fridge to keep it in its cool degree.