Mutuals

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"Zara are you done yet!" My mum screams from downstairs as I sigh in frustration, whilst trying to blend out my concealer
I grab a small mirror and run to the stairs whilst still blending away
"You had me doing your makeup until twenty minutes ago how do you expect me to be ready?" I ask
"Well what shall we do because we need to be at the hall in 10 minutes" my mum asks
I sigh, "just go, I'll come later"

My mum gives me a look before sighing and agreeing
"Don't take too long" she shouts before I run back into my room
A couple of minutes later, I hear the door close and the house falls silent which means they've all gone. I'm annoyed that I'll be late but there's nothing I can do about that now

A couple of minutes later, I'm contouring, and there's a knock at my door and I jump in shock because no one is home
I don't move but there's another knock and I scream, the door flies open and Hamza is stood on the other side
"Why the fuck are you screaming" he asks
"Because I thought you'd all gone" I reason, fixing my loosely placed hijab
He walks over and sits on my bed
"They told me to wait with you" he explains as I get back to my makeup

"How long you gonna be?" He asks
"Half an hour"
"Half an hour?!"
"You don't have to wait for me"
"I don't have my car so I have no one to take me so yeah I do so hurry up"
I mumble a 'shut up' and resume doing my makeup

"I heard you do social media?" He pipes up after a few seconds
I hum in response as I blend out my eyeshadow
"Are you proper famous?" I snort at his question
"I'm famous enough" I shrug
"Do you know any famous people?"
"I guess?" I reply, not quite sure
"Do you know Kylie Jenner?"

Ugh brown boy's and Kylie Jenner, like seriously what is the obsession there?

"No I don't know her" I reply in a bored tone
"That's shit" he mumbles and I sigh

"So who's Harris?" The question makes my heart drop and my hand stops blending for a second
"What do you mean?" I ask carrying on with my makeup
"His name always pops up on your phone, and he was ringing you the other day"
"I don't know what you're talking about" I shrug finishing off my eyeliner
"Is he your man?"
"Stop asking me questions you're stressing me out and my makeup will turn out shit" I sigh frustratedly
He laughs in response and I just know he got the answer he wanted

After a few moments I turn around to look at him,
"Don't tell anyone, especially not Kasiar"
He smirks, "yeah fine"

But I know it's not 'fine', he wants something in return
"What?" I sigh
"What?" He repeats
"What do you want?"
"My girls stressing me out, help me make her jealous"
I gasp, "that's so cruel, I'm not going to do that"

I stick my lashes on and wait for them to dry meanwhile Hamza whinges about his girlfriend who 'doesn't know how to give me a break'

"...and she's always on my case and-"
"And she doesn't know how to give you a break, yes I know!" I cut him off to repeat the phrase he's been repeating to me for the last five minutes
"Fucking help me then" he throws his hands in the air
I finish wrapping my hijab around my head and place my dupatta on my shoulder

"Pin this here for me" I hand him a safety pin and point to my shoulder
"What do you want me to do anyways?" I enquire
"Just take some pictures with me, that'll be enough for her" he pats my shoulder indicating he's done

I turn to face him, "okay that! That's what I mean, don't disrespect her like that"
"Okay I'm sorry" he apologises and I smile
I spray myself with perfume, slip my heels on and grab my bag and keys before we get into my car

"Pass me the aux" he snatches the wire out my hand and I huff
My phone starts ringing and I expect it to be mum or dad but it's Harris. I look at Hamza and he snickers
"Answer it, I won't say anything"

"Hi" I answer
"Hey, what you up to?"
"I'm just about to drive to the hall"
"Are you alone?"
"No I'm with my cousin"
"Oh how is she?"
"He is fine" I cringe because I don't know how he'll react
"Oh, well have a nice time and drive safe"
"Thanks and erm are you okay?"
"Yeah fine"
"Sure?"
"I just miss you, anyways bye"
"Bye"

I hang up and sigh, he's not good at expressing emotions at all sometimes
"Trouble in paradise?" Hamza asks
"No, not like you anyways" I bite back and he smirks

"Piss off Hamza"

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