Falling For Yazaar (Will Be Rewritten)

Chapter 14

I opened my eyes and hissed softly when it stung, my eyeballs felt dry. I blinked several times and lifted my head only to see Yazaar in a deep sleep. Weirdly, it felt as if my chest was tight but I ignored it completely. He suddenly snapped his eyes open and stared at me awkwardly before my cheeks reddened.

Oh my Allah! Why do I keep embarrassing myself?

'Instead of staring, take a picture it'll last longer,' he grumbled and I turned away before practically running to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before I went back into the room.

'Females,' he grumbled and walked past me to get to the bathroom. I felt like grabbing the closest object to me and throwing him with it but I refrained from doing so by counting to ten. The technique worked, sometimes.

When he returned into the room, I covered myself with the blanket and he tsked at me.

'Why are you so grumpy?' I asked with my hands on my hips after I had dropped the blanket out of frustration.

'Because you are a horrible sleeper!'

I gasped dramatically which created a tense feeling in my chest and put my hand on my chest to add to the dramatic effect. 'And you snore loudly!' I snapped and made the sounds.

I could tell that he was fighting a smile as he jutted his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

'Just shut up and help me with the bed.'

My cheeks reddened as I had realized that he told me to shut up.

'That is not how you should speak to your...wife.'

His cheeks had reddened too before he regained his posture and said,'Yeah but friends speak to each other that way and we're friends aren't we Leena?.'

He had rendered me speechless. My own words came back to bite me on the backside, it was expected.

'Okay fine, let's just make the stupid bed and get out of each other's way,' I mumbled with a deep frown on my face. Once the bed was done—I was out of breath because the idiot kept making me try to throw him with a pillow—I slipped into my tights and t-shirt. I had dressed for comfort but when Yazaar saw me, he had immediately frowned and shook his head.

'No way, go and put your Abaya on.'

10...9...8...

'Why?'

'You want my friends to see you dressed like that? Why do you even own a tights?' he asked in a flat tone.

'I bet you have no problem seeing Safia in a tights! You probably ask her for ankles pics too!' I grumbled and put my Abaya on instead.

He frowned and asked,'What are you talking about?'

'Whatever Safia! Leave me alone!'

When he sat down on his bed instead of leaving I felt like tackling him but I continued counting.

7...6...5...

'Why are your friends coming?' I asked after putting my plain black Abaya on.

When he did not respond, I turned and saw him smiling at his phone screen.

4...deep breaths Lailah...3...2...

I went downstairs after putting my hijab on and saw ummi and Zainub in the kitchen. It was strange not seeing mama or my siblings or baba around.

'Assalaamualaikum,' I greeted upon entering and smiled. Zainub seemed to have been in a daze whilst Ummi turned and gave me a bright smile.

'Wa'alaikum Salaam! How did you sleep? Did Yazaar make you breakfast already?'

I smiled at his mother's hyperness before I cleared my throat and answered,'It was difficult to sleep because...the thunder, yeah it was terribly loud and it's okay ummi, I can make my own breakfast.'

She wagged her finger side to side and said,'No no no! He is responsible for your breakfast for the week so go and get your husband.'

I had tried my utmost best to not smile but when his mother had winked at me, it broke loose along with a soft chuckle.

Just as I was about to enter his room, I had heard him say,'No don't worry, she doesn't know.'

Just like that, the good mood that ummi had managed to create within a few minutes was out of the window.

He had then switched to Hindu and I took that as my cue to enter the room. I tapped his shoulder since his back was facing towards me, he had the audacity to swot my hand away.

Tap tap tap

He had once again swotted my hand away.

...1...that's it!

I had grabbed his phone and glared at him.

'Zainub!'

He turned and saw that it was me before his frown had disappeared.

'Oh...it's you. Give my phone.'

'Your mother is calling you,' I said and dropped the phone on the bed before I left. The minute the pillow had landed against my head I turned and yelled,'Ant hamar ghabiun.'

He just stared back at me with his face void of emotion.

When I had finally left after an intense staredown, I heard him say,'Sorry for that, it was Leena. I'm gonna have to call you back Safia.'

He brushed past me on his way down the stairs and had not bothered to apologise.

'You so rude!'

'You so rude!' he mimicked me and I ran so that I could pass him but then the worst thing happened.

My chest had tightened and Yazaar had not noticed my awkward posture as he left for the kitchen, I had managed to stumble up to our room and tried to find my pump. I did not want unnecessary attention nor any drama so I kept quiet. My chest really hurt and burned and I knew that panicking would have worsened the situation.

After a moment had passed, I gave in and went down to the kitchen. How I had managed to get there, Allah Alone knows.

Yazaar was nonchalant and Zainub was still in a daze. His mother knew something was up as she stared at me wide-eyed.

'Beta...what's wrong?' she asked at first and when she noticed my hand gripping my chest, she went into panic mode.

'Yaz! Where's her pump!?' she asked searching around the kitchen.

'Pump?' he asked curiously.

She slapped him upside the head and said,'Yes! Her asthma pump!'

He shrugged and stared at me. 'A-are you okay?'

'Obviously she's not! Go and stand with her by the freezer! Zainub! Get my keys!'

The girl had simply stared straight ahead whilst chewing her breakfast.

My breathing had quickened rapidly. Yazaar rubbed my back for some reason probably thinking that it would have soothed me.

'You'll be okay,' he told me over and over.

I looked into his eyes and I had been taken aback when I saw fear in his eyes.

Maybe he might care about me. Maybe he isn't that bad after all.