Set You Free - One Direction Fanfiction

 

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Picture of Olivia ----> On the side

“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.” ~ Richard Bach

Hi I'm Olivia . I'm British from my fathers side and American from my mother. No, I don't have a posh accent in case you were wondering. I'm 19, currently attending an Academy Of Art in Bradford where I've been since I was 6. Here comes the exiting part, well exciting to me.Pace yourself girls, I , Olivia Holt, am going to Marry Zayn Malik!

People say he's vain, some say he's stubborn, rude , and has a big ego but me, lets just say I'm different. My whole life has been a bore so what I'm looking for is an adventure and what's more of an adventure than to marry a World Famous Pop Star who I've never met.

*Olivia's P.O.V*

 I come in my favorite Black Prada Suede heels along with a cotton lace dress and a long sapphire    cardigan.See the thing is that today is the very day Zayn and his family are coming to settle the engagement and I want to dress to impress as well as look like I don't care much.The truth is I do and a lot. The doorbell rings and I run down the staircase.

I peek my face ,which I've never fancied much and my dark brown hair  through the door. The bangs of my hair usually hide my brown eyes a part of me that I never liked because of the dull and boring impact they create. I guess I'm not really good at peeking because it barely took him one second to spot me.His brown eyes were constantly staring into mine. His eyes were somewhat like mine but so much different because of the mystery they created . It was well mesmerizing, you could say love at first sight really. OK, so maybe I'm falling in love with his looks but I should be happy with what I've gotten.It's not like I have a say in it. 

Yes, you heard it right. I  am having an Arranged marriage. It was all decided by my parents and his.  At first, I totally disagreed to this arrangement but later my parents convinced me. Sometimes I feel as if I don't have a say in anything. Don't get me wrong I'm proud of my upbringing but I've never got the chance to be free. I have everything in this World besides freedom and that is what I'm yearning for.

"Olivia come and sit" My mum gestured to an empty seat next to Zayn. I smiled at the Maliks and said hello to Zayn's older sister and younger ones. It was like family already. 

All had smiles plastered on their faces instead of ..............Zayn

What's his problem?

Ever since that stare down  he hasn't said a word or even looked in my direction. Aunty (Zayn's Mum ) then told us to talk and get to know each other. Score! The moment I was waiting for. I got up from the sofa and looked at my soon-to-be but he wasn't showing a slight movement. Was he deaf ? Wait, no that can't be he sings and talks in interviews and stuff. Zayn's younger sister Safa nudged him. He got up and I started walking waiting for him to follow.

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There we were ,he was staring outside my bedroom window ,which had a view of a brick wall , and I was sitting on the bed fiddling with my hand awkwardly. What's going on?  I don't expect him to tell me he loves me or sweep me of my feet but the least he can do is look at me and smile or stop acting like I amn't even here, but I guess this isn't a Fairytale.

It has  been two minutes and he's still looking out of the window and ignoring my coughs (I am not really sick but just trying to get attention) . I guess I'll make the first move. I suddenly feel my hands getting sweaty. You can do it Olivia!

"So what do you do?" I say awkwardly. Olivia how much of a carrot can you be? 

"Don't pretend you don't know" He spoke.He finally spoke!

His voice was deeper than it sounds interviews but he sounded angry. It's my entire fault I know it. But what did I actually do.

Nope. He's still not looking at me and like any other sane person  I don't feel comfortable talking to his back. This isn't going to be easy. Something inside me is saying he doesn't want to be here with me and this particular feeling hurts. 

"Zayn, do you want to marry me?" Those words just slipped out but what shocked me more was his forward reply.

"No"

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Hi Guys Just to let you know this is my new fanfic I hope you like it.  

Moving on,

THIS DEDICATION GOES TO IMM1025 BECAUSE SHES AWESOME SHE MADE MY COVER AND HELPED ME :))) THANKSSSS UR LIKE MY WATTPAD BF NOW LOL

Criticism is welcomed  and I would really like to here your opinions to improve this story . 

 

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