Sugar Coat ➳zayn malik

six: Lingerie & Proven Suspicions

Six: Lingerie & Proven Suspicions

It didn’t even take an hour for Zayn to become overly annoyed by all the ‘girly stuff’, as he would put it. Again and again he begged us to leave and go somewhere else but Doniya wouldn’t hear it. 

To be honest I wasn’t the biggest fan of shopping also, I just didn’t complain for the sake of Doniya. As hard as it was to say, I was on Zayn’s side on that one. 

“Okay we’re nearly finished. Anything you want to buy, Rish?”, Doniya asked as she walked down the last isle in the Victoria’s Secrets store. I felt uncomfortable in here, especially with Zayn. Luckily he said he’d meet us outside in a few minutes so I didn’t have to face him while being in here.

“No, I’m good”, I replied patiently. She frowned a little exposing her hope to stay in here for a liitle while longer than she needed. But there was no way I’d stay in this shop for any longer.

“Well then we’ll just go meet Zayn outside. Bet he’s already waiting there impatiently”, she muttered as I followed her large steps out the door we walked in from earlier. It was a tragic I had to destroy her shopping mood but by all respect I had for her I knew my boundaries and too much shopping means moody Arisha. 

“There you are. Took you long enough”, Zayn complained as he started walking ahead and Doniya sighed clearly annoyed by her brothers actions.

“If he wasn’t my brother I’d kick him somewhere no man wants to be kicked”, she stated, purposely talking in a more quiet tone so obviously Zayn wouldn’t hear it but judging by his cocky laugh he did very clearly.

“Make Arisha do it, Don. Bet she’s more than willing to do so. Am I right, Arisha?”

I rolled my eyes and Doniya lightly shoved him so he’d leave us alone and just walk without causing any problems.

“I have no idea what the hell his problem is. Usually he isn’t this way”, she apologized and I just shrugged it off signalling her she didn’t have to worry.

Luckily we reached home quicker than I expected. We were greeted in a heated argument. The kids were all upstairs playing with dolls or something, I wouldn’t know. At first they didn’t even notice our appearance but as soon as zayn sat down on the coach everyone quieted down with weird expressions drawn on their faces looking at us warily as Doniya and I walked into the living room, too.

“Salaam”,I greeted everyone smiling lightly. They greeted me back and I noticed my brother’s unchanged hard expressions. Something definitely was going on but neither of us three dared asking what it was.

I noticed the elders exchanging some more unsure glances until they all nodded and my mum walked up to the kitchen for unknown reasons.

“Arishay, go upstairs with Doniya and do something with her. We need some time here in the living room”, my father ordered softly and without any hesitation we both walked up the long stairs up to my room.

As soon as the door was shut Doniya started looking at me. “What the hell is going on down there. And why are we two not allowed to know”, she questioned with heavy pants and I looked at her evenly as confused as she was.

“I know exactly as much as you do, Doniya”, I answered back while sitting down on my bed. 

Doniya started unpacking her bought items and layed them out on the floor in front of her. She started matching the bras with the panties and the trousers with the tops she bought creating some gorgeous outfits making me think why every girl had such a great sense of fashion and I still walked around in some jeans and simple sweaters or shirts. And if I was feeling fancy I’d match some studs or a necklace to the outfit. My lingerie consisted of only plain bras and panties which never matched because I bought them separately most of the time.

“What do you think?”, she asked for my opinion suddenly gesturing to all the things lying in front of her. 

“They all look gorgeous. I bet they look beautiful on you”, I complemented with an assuring nod and smile.

“Which one do you like the best?”; she asked again pointing to the lingerie in all different colours and styles.

One simple but elegant black and white set caught my eye. It was ornamented with some lace and a little bow and I thought it would actually fit me well but I wouldn’t know,.

“The black and white one is so beautiful”, I answered her truthfully and she smirked as she threw the set on my bed.

“It’s yours now”, she said and I just shook my head throwing it back to her. 

“I don’t need it, you have a soon-to-be husband to wear that for”, I winked at her and she burst out laughing so hard not a single soul on earth would have been able to stop her.

All too soon we got disturbed by a firm knock on the wooden door and seconds after Zayn walked in. But before I could be annoyed by him I noticed how his eyes were set to the ground and every sign of cockiness was wiped from his eyes. The discussion from downstairs were very audible.

“Arisha, you need to come downstairs with me”, he muttered as if someone he daringly loved just died.

Before I could say anything Doniya asked if she was able to come along and Zayn just nodded.

We three walked down the stairs, Zayn walking behind us two girls.

“Arishay, dear, come here and sit down. We need to talk to you about something”, my dad announced when he saw me and patted the seat besides him signing me to take place there and so I did. What surprised me, thought, was that Zayn was told to take the seat besides me.

“Dear, you are our daughter and we love you to no end. And you know we both, your mother and I only want the best for you, right?”, my dad started talking and I grew more and more anxious as a little, dark suspicion crawled into my mind.

“And you did knew this day would eventually come and now it’s time”, my dad said but I noticed him cracking up a bit so uncle Yaser would continue the little speech as my suspicions grew and grew until they were proven to be the truth.

“Rish, my wife and I are here to ask you to marry our son Zayn”

 

authors note:

Late update, Sorry. Been busy. Hope you enjoy.

If you have any question about our culture and religion, ask. 

Bella x