Stupid Arranged Marriage - A One Direction Fan Fiction (Editing)

CHAPTER TWELVE

HOLA! Here's the chapter.

It's kinda short and for that I'm sorry...I've got a bit of a headache...but I know y'all would want me to update..so here you go!

dedicated to : ForeverGasping

song - love story - taylor swift

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chapter 12

* Haven’s POV *

    I had the feeling someone was staring at me. I slowly opened my eyes and was met with Niall’s face right up next to mine. He smiled brightly as he realized I was awake.

    “Finally! Come on, visiting hours start in an hour, and in two we’ve got to go to management!” He said standing up and dragging me with him.

    I groaned missing the warmth of the bed/blankets.

    “Get dressed! I’m getting some food!” He called leaving the room.

    Sighing, I went through my wardrobe. Management…heard really bad things about them from Biyra…like how they controlled the boys’ lives and everything. I probably should make a good first impression! Hmmm,….

    I looked at the clock. It’s 6:40 am. Ugh. She’s gonna kill me….. I dial Biyra’s number. Three rings, then someone answers it.

    “Hello?”

    The voice is gruffy, deep, and NOT Biyra.

    “Um…hi? Who’s this?”

    “You’re the one calling shouldn’t I be asking that?” the voice had a bit of humor in it.

    There was a shuffling sound, and the sound of a light being switched on. Then a loud groan was heard.

    “Shit.” The person mumbled. “Sorry Biyra…oh, this is your phone…”

    What? Who was there with her?

    “Then hand it over!” Biyra’s voice snapped.

     Ha-ha she’s never been a morning person, ever.

    “What?” she asked.

    “Hey Biyra…”

    “Haven?”

    “Yeah, it’s me. I need help, I’ve got to go to a meeting with management with Niall today, so, I need advice.”

    “Be an angle.”

    “…..On my clothes?”

    “Oh….”

    More shuffling. She must be getting up.

    “Let’s think here….”

! Zayn’s POV !

    What…The….Fuck…Is….Trying…To…Wake….Me…Up?! I opened my eyes. A phone….duh. Of course. I reach over Biyra’s sleeping form and grab it off of the nightstand. I answer it on the third ring.

    “Hello?” I ask in a gruffy morning voice, my accent strong.

    “Um…hi? Who’s this?” it was a girl on the other end.

    “You’re the one calling shouldn’t I be asking that?” I asked laughing slightly.

    I moved over, turning on the lamp and Biyra groaned loudly smacking my arm.

    “Shit.” I mumbled, I didn’t mean to wake her.

    Then I noticed something else, it wasn’t my phone in my hands.