YOU'RE MINE (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 5:

Y/n's P.O.V.

          Niki and I got a dress. I had told Niki that I only wear dresses that cover my body fully. I don't like body exposing dresses. She wanted to buy me a strapless dress and even though it was  very pretty, I would never wear it.

   So she bought me a floral black gown. It was perfect for me and my body. It wasn't too loose or too tight. Just perfect. It didn't show my body physique or anything. It was stunning and flowing... just like how I wanted it to be.

          With that dress I wore a cute black hijaab and applied the only make-up I like.... Eyeliner and lip gloss.

When Niki was done putting these on (and mascara and blush on because she thought it highlighted my cheekbones. She was even going for a contoured face for me if I hadn't stopped her) I looked at myself in the mirror.

          I liked my view.  I looked different, not very different but just a bit. A good different. I loved my look after a long time. Then I moved on to help Niki with her make-up. Even though I don't like to apply make up on myself, I am very good at making others get ready.

Niki had gone for a red long dress. Her hair was loose and she looked amazing. Even her make up was suiting her perfect face.

         When both of us were ready, we stood in front of the mirror. I looked at her and said "Thanks Niki."

She looked at me confused, so i continued with a smile, "for the dress and the make-up"

"oh welcome babe," she winked but then got serious again, "Don't ever thank me again by the way"

I chuckled, "yeah okay. By the way my dear, you look STUNNING" I said and dropped my jaw looking at her goofily.

She laughed and did a little curtsey but was about to fall.

"you look amazingly beautiful too milady."

I was clutching my stomach from laughter. Then I stood up holding my laughter and bowed too.

"why thank you kind lady. But for your information I already know that."

We burst out laughing till Niki screamed,"SELFIE TIME!"

"You typical girl. I hate selfies"

"But you are taking selfies with me. Make cute faces or else you won't look so pretty tonight"

"Don't you dare ruin my make up, you goat", we again had a fit of laughter.

And then we took many selfies because Niki was never satisfied enough. We took almost a hundred selfies. I looked hideous in all of them. But when I pointed that out to Niki, she scolded me so I shut up after that. We always fight playfully with each other. Even on the internet... It was our routine.

       After some time, Niki was forcefully being pushed towards the car by me. We sat inside the car and headed towards the Dinner. To be honest I was pretty nervous. I had crossed my fingers, hoping that all goes well there"

Zayn's P.O.V.



         I arrived at the venue. It was crowded with my least favorite group of people. I met everyone I knew... Others introduced themselves to me, wanting to socialize with me... With Zayn Malik  of course.

     I excused to the people from my mothers side and stood there trying to hide my annoyance at their fake
"oh we're so sorry she couldn't make it"  ,  "I miss her" and "oh that's too bad. It's not the same without her here" 
Whereas they were enjoying the time of their lives.

        When I was done meeting all of them, I went to a lonely corner with a drink in my hand. It was too much for me to stand, and I wanted to be alone. I just waited for time to pass quickly and this whole event to be over already. Even in this corner some people pushed themselves in. Clearly wanting some social recognition... More than they already had.

        Suddenly betweem all these people that I was so disinterested in, came in two girls I recognized all too well because I couldn't forget one of them the whole day.. I saw her, the girl in the hijaab from the restaurant.

        She was wearing a black floral frock which covered her body so beautifully. She was again wearing a hijaab. I felt good seeing her this way. She was looking very pretty and I just couldn't take my eyes off of her.

My whole mood changed. I was excited seeing her and actually wanted to stay at the dinner.

   I know that the image portrayed of me is that I am famous and date celebrities and super models and all..  But somehow the girl of my dreams, the girl I idolized was always fully covered, so that her body and she herself, were mine...only mine. It was not necessary for her to wear a hijab but it was a bonus for me.

       I wanted a girl with class and dignity.

    And that is what I saw in her. The girl that I idolized. I never thought I'd ever meet such a girl but there she was ... standing in front of me.

She was someone who was not eye raped by other men... Not looked at with lust, Someone undiscovered.. Waiting for the right to person to discover her in all the right ways.

        I saw her as her friend introduced her to some people. She was shy while her friend was confident.

       I guessed she wasn't a club member because all the girls who were a member of some club were bold and blunt, and she wasn't all of that. I hadn't even seen her before.

        I watched as she smiled nervously, fiddling with her fingers while being introduced to people. Some people, I saw, were looking at her as if she was a thing to be hated or to be stayed away from because of her hijab. I was disgusted at the thinking people had so chose not to see others but continued looking at her only.

    She looked so cute, even in this nervous state. I decided that I would go and talk to her today. Ask her name... Maybe get her number and ask her to hangout with me... that is if my luck is with me.

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Here's " THE DINNER" that was being talked about so much

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