The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

The Hospital

ANNIE

By the time a few days pass by I forget about what happened with Amir. He's just a guy and probably will never ask for my hand in marriage because that's just the type of guy he is. Goes for sl-

Never mind. I don't want to label the girls he goes with so I won't, but everyone knows his true personality. He goes for the . . Let's just say. . easy girls. Bhai even said we would never say yes to him, ever, because he also found out that Amir isn't as innocent as he looks. Hell, he doesn't even look innocent!

          Usman Bhai told me just earlier today at the breakfast table what he really thinks of Amir. He said he seemed quite bored the other day - the disrespectful type of bored, and he didn't seem like he wanted to be there at all. Umma and Baba shrugged off Usman's observations, reassuring us that it was just a simple dinner and nothing more.

I breathed out a sigh of relief which I didn't know I was holding in for so long. I don't want a husband that marries me for one sided love. I don't want Amir. So I was really glad when my whole family seemed to agree he wasn't right for me. Sure, Umma and Baba didn't really agree with the fact that Usman thought he seemed suspicious, but they did agree to the point that the other day was just a normal dinner. Nothing more.

       And honestly, I wasn't even sure what I was worrying about. It's not like Amir Khan would ever agree to get married to me, or to anyone ever. After all, the man had some serious commitment issues.

   Enough of thinking, I remind myself. After praying my Zuhr prayers, I let my hair loose and out of my hijab and brush it slowly, eyeing myself in the mirror. Two large hazel eyes blink back at me.

      Just as I twist my hair into a bun and decide to finish off my designing project I was working on, the sound of what seems like cheering and a soccer game rushes to my ears.

      Before I can even blink, I find myself rushing downstairs, two steps at a time, and slapping Usman Bhai when I see him sitting on the sofa, watching the Barcelona match. "Usman! You could've told me it started!"

       He snaps back to look at me, rolling his eyes. "Annie! You should've known there was a match today if you were a real fan."

        Shit. He got me there. All these thoughts about Amir and that dinner had me so occupied I forgot the big match today starring my favourite team. "Well, sorry. Humans make mistakes." I murmur, having nothing else to say back to my elder brother.

      Usman grins. "That's what I thought."

      He receives a slap from me at this comment. "You're nearly like, a middle aged man yet you still can't seem to let loose of your old childish habits." I exaggerate, sitting beside my brother, crossing my legs and engrossing myself in the game.

      "Am not! I'm literally only a couple of years older than you-"

       "Usman." Umma chuckles, sitting beside him, patting his hand. "You're never going to stop bickering with your sister, are you?"

      Usman smiles cheekily. "Nope." He says, popping the 'p'.

       I roll my eyes, moving to the sofa in which Baba sits in, watching the match intently with a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He enjoys when we argue. I guess it is amusing. Two grown adults arguing.