Magisterial • z.m.

xii

Zayn's pov.

Today was was the day of my birthday.

Which meant, every girl from the photos that mother showed me, will come to my ball; since mother wants me to marry one of them.

That bitch.

I also went to go buy Ivory's dress for the ball.

I bring my self back to reality as I make my way to one that cached my eye.

"This is the one" I say to my self as I pick it up from the rack of clothing.

*

I make my way to her room and knock on her door, hoping she'll take the dress.

She soon comes out behind the door and turns to face me.

"Yes?" She says with her best fake smile.

"Came here to drop this off" I said smirking at her.

"Thanks" she says as she tries to shut the door but fails, because I put my foot in the way.

"Can you get your stupid foot out of the door?" She says as she tries to shut the door on me again.

"No, until you forgive me" I said smiling.

She laughed. A genuine laugh.

"Pf, like that will ever happen"

"Look, quit being a brat and just forgive me, shall you?"

"I shall not" she stated.

I had enough of this.

Enough of the fighting,enough of the yelling, enough of the cursing.

So naive I, lean in and attack her with a kiss.

I'm not sure why I did it, but I felt like it was necessary at this very moment.

She doesn't respond in the kiss, which quite saddens me.

She pulls back and looks straight into my eyes and says;

"You're a royal douche" and with that she shuts the door on my face.

Great.

Just what I needed.