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9. Waliyha.

~Mason Nicole's POV~

I'm woken by my inconsiderate mother. She mentions how she informed me last week about how I'm helping Tricia with house matters? My mom pulls the duvet off of my telling me to hurry up. I wobble to the bathroom.

I put on my dirty gray colored shorts. With my white frilled bandeau and multi designed cardigan. Once I put on my brown wedges I analyzed my outfit. Groaning at the bruise forming on my neck. Immediately trying to cover it up with concealer. I left the house grabbing the apple on the counter.

"Morning pretty lady." Zayn leans on the doorframe.

"Don't get all flattered. I'm helping you and your mom with house stuff since your dad's at work." I stretch a little.

"We're leaving in like thirty minutes." He tilts his head. "Come in."

Before I can even walk in I'm heaved up by Zayn as he darted up the stairs I'm screaming hoping he won't drop me. As he walks in I pick up the photo album on his dresser. He sets directly onto his lap and I try to squirm off.

~Zayn's POV~

"No, you're warm. " I whine a little when I really mean 'No I like you on my lap'.

"Fine" She scoots back on. She's flipping through the album and I can feel her smiling.

"What?" I push her upper body to the side.

"You were so adorable." She points to a certain picture.

"Were?" I laughed.

"Yes, were. Deal with it." She playfully sticks her tongue out at me.

"One day we'll go through yours and see if you were cute." Who am I kidding?

"So I'm ugly now." Mason fake pouts.

"You know you're beautiful." I lean to steal a kiss already knowing what'll happen.

"Ah ah ah." She puts a finger on my lips. I teasingly kiss it.

"We're not in public it's okay." I wink.

"Hello?" She answers her phone.

"Wanna hang out today?" The person on the other line speaks.

"I'm helping my neighbors with moving stuff."

"Oh c'mon."

"Nick I would've loved to. I'm sorry doll." Of course it's Nick. I wanted to break something so bad. But with me holding into Mason's soft and sweet waist I couldn't.

"It's alright babe." He hangs up.

She lets out a long sigh.

"You okay?" I rub the side of her waist.

"Yeah I'm fine." She puts her phone back in her pocket.

"I think it's time." I help Mason up nuzzling my face into her hair still holding her waist. "Your hair smells like, really good." I muffled out, she giggles uncontrollably.

"Zayn, stop yelling." Doniya looks up from her Vogue magazine. I let out a piercing scream in Mason's hair. She slaps my arm.

I flop onto the couch letting go of Mason and she sits next to me.

"D'aww you have dimples." I smile while she tries to hide them.

"Don't talk about them." Her cheeks got red.

"Can I touch them?" I laugh. "Let me touch them."

She squeals falling to the floor while I straddle my legs on either side of her. I tickled her watching her dimples deepen. I could just melt at the sight of her. My mom walks in but I ignored her. Once she gained her breath she managed to flip us over, with my help obviously. That's when I snuck a hand onto her cheek. She places her hands on my stomach for balance.