The Arranged Marriage (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 27

Melissa's POV

After snapping out of my state of shock I realize what just happened. It could mean something. It could me nothing. I'll never really know. But that doesn't make stop wondering if it meant something or not. Eventually I decide to just go to sleep.

When I wake up in the morning I hear yelling, so I quickly run to the noise. Not exactly the smartest thing I've ever done, but I'm allowed to be dumb sometimes, right? The closer I get to the yelling the clearer the voices get. One voice belongs to one of the boys and the other sounds like...Jeniah.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I was only trying to help!" Jeniah yells.

"You aren't helping! She doesn't want nor need any of that!" The other person yells back. And that's when I walk in the room

"You don't need to talk about me behind my back." I snap at them, making them turn my way. Them being Jeniah and Niall. Just my luck.

"We-we weren't talking about you." Jeniah stumbles.

"Yes you were. Don't lie to me."

Niall is the next one to talk, saying, "We were talking about you, but nothing bad. She thinks one thing is good for and I think that the opposite is good for you. But it doesn't matter what we think, it's your decision."

"Ugh, whatever. What exactly were you guys talking about?" I ask.

"It's nothing, really." Jeniah says, looking worried.

"Of course it's nothing." I roll my eyes. "If it was nothing then you wouldn't be arguing over it."

"You'll figure out eventually." Niall tells me.

"I want to know now." I huff. Jeniah then looks at Niall, and Niall at her. They seem to be having a conversation without talking.

"I'll tell you later." Jeniah says after her and Niall stop 'talking'. And with that, they both leave the room.

"Well, that's one way to start your day." I chuckle slightly, somewhat confused as to what just happened. Instead of mulling over what happened I decide to go see what Zayn is up to. So I walk to his room and knock on his door.

"Yeah?" Zayn yells, hearing me knock on the door.

"It's Melissa. Can I come in?" I ask.

"Yeah." He repeats, allowing me in to his room. I open the door to his room and walk in, seeing him sitting on his bed under the covers with a book in his hands.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out? Jeniah and Niall are being really weird and I'm too lazy to find Harry, Louis or Liam." I ask him.

"Yeah, sure." He nods, putting his book down and getting up. "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't think that far ahead." I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, there's lots of things to do. We could watch a movie, go on a walk, paint, play a board game. As I said, there's lots of things to do." Zayn says, giving me ideas of things to do.

"Can we paint?" I ask, liking the idea of painting.

"Yeah. Let me grab my supplies." He nods, then walks away, disappearing into his closet. A few minutes later he comes out with a stack of about five containers, all filled with art supplies.

"Wow, that's a lot of art stuff." I comment.

"I like art, so I always make sure to keep stuff on hand." He tells me, setting the supplies on his bed, sitting on it afterwards.