"I can't do this," Iman said to herself quietly as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"Can't do what?" Sam, Iman's roommate and best friend asked from Iman's bed as she looked up from her phone.
Iman looked at Sam through the mirror. "I can't go on this date with him! It...It's too much!" she said, playing with the blue and gold bangles on her wrist. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Ugly! I'm so ugly, Iman thought to herself, visibly frowning.
"I know what you're doing. Stop it. You're beautiful, Iman, and Zayn thinks so too," Sam said, knowing that Iman often put herself down due to her high level of insecurity.
"Yeah, sure he does. He probably thinks I look like shit and he just feels bad for me since no one wants to date me and so he's taking me out," Iman mumbled to herself, looking down at her hands again.
"I heard that, and no, he doesn't. In fact, the other day he called me while you were visiting Natalie, and when I told him you weren't here, he was quite disappointed. But I talked to him and he did admit you were quite beautiful," Sam said, recalling the memories of the day before. Iman turned around to face her friend.
"Stop lying to me."
"I'm not!" Sam protested.
"Whatever," Iman mumbled, turning back around to face her reflection in the mirror, and she glanced down at her. Iman fiddled with the hem of her blue mojito kaftan dress. "Thanks for curling my hair and doing my makeup, by the way."
"No problem. Your hair actually turned out pretty good, considering how bad I am at curling hair," Sam replied with a smile.
Suddenly there was a knock on the front door, causing both Sam and Iman's heads to snap up. "That's probably him," Iman said shakily. Her heart began to thump in her chest.
"Do you want me to answer the door for you so you can calm yourself down?" Sam asked, noticing how tense Iman was.
"That would be nice, thank you," Iman replied quietly.
Sam nodded and got up from the bed, exiting the room. Iman stared at her reflection again as she heard Zayn's familiar voice from the doorway. Iman took in a deep breath before letting it out shakily and grabbing her satchel off the dresser and exiting her bedroom. When she got to the living room she saw Zayn sitting on the couch, playing with his fingers while Sam was no where in sight. Zayn's head snapped up when he heard Iman's footsteps and his eyes widened at the sight of her. Iman suddenly felt subconscious.
He probably thinks I look ugly, Iman thought to herself as she bit her lip, watching Zayn. Zayn then smiled at her.
"Wow, you look beautiful," Zayn said, "though there's nothing new about that."
Iman looked down, trying her best to hide the blush the creeped up her tanned cheeks.
