Louder Than Words

Chapter 33

A/N: So I know that Zayn's mom's nick name is 'Tricia' but I just re read and found out that auto correct had changed it to 'Trisha' and it takes to long to change it and from now one she will Tricia, so sorry about that; and if I make any other grammatical errors, I apologize in advance. Enjoy and vote :) x

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"So where are you taking me?" I ask Zayn as I fix myself in front the mirror. I wore a black one shoulder top with off-white ruffled shorts.

"Well to be honest, since you haven't properly met my parents I was thinking that maybe we could have dinner with them? If you don't mind." He says standing up next to me with his tie needing to be tied.

"It's no problem, I get along with your mom quite well, but does your dad have trouble with the girls you bring home?"

"He's easier than my mom is, so you have nothing to be worried about."

"Who said I'm worried?"

"Kacey, I haven't known you my whole life, but its almost as if I had."

"I love you." I say as I kiss him on his lips.

"I love you more."

~ At Zayn's parents dwelling ~

"Oh hi Kacey!," Tricia comes up to me and gives me a welcoming hug, "It's great to see you again."

"You too, and you must me Zayn's dad."

"Yaser, Yaser Malik. Nice to meet you." he says as he shakes my hand firmly

"I'm Kacey, it's nice to meet you too."

"Well, dinner is on the table, let's eat before it gets cold."

"Great idea" I say as I follow Zayn to the dining room.

He pulls the chair out for me to sit down and takes a seat on the chair to my right, his mom and dad sat across from us.

I avoided making it to obvious that I was praying, since they were muslim, and I was Catholic. My dad had taught me to keep avoid of talking to people about religions because they could cause BIG arguments, the same with politics. He had gotten into a fight because of difference in religions, when he was a little younger then I am now.

It didn't help that I had gotten a cross tattooed in my pinky, with nothing to cover it up.

"So how has your day been?" I ask Zayn's dad

"Great, I've been looking forward to this meal all day." he says dryly

"That's good." I say, trying to sound enthusiastically

It's quiet for a while until Yaser brings up the question I dreaded to hear.

"So your Christian?"

Fuck. I didn't know how to answer him? By changing the subject? That would be ignoring him.

"Catholic" I say, not looking up and putting some chicken in my mouth to keep from saying anything.

"You know we are muslim, right?" He says

"Dad!" Zayn whispers/shouts

"It's okay," I assure Zayn, "I know and I respect that, I know he can't eat pork, I don't eat that anyway, I eat mostly chicken. I know about fasting too, and if I have too then I won't eat either." I tell Yaser

I think I handled that pretty well.

"That's great of you," Tricia says

"So Tricia, how has your day been?"