My Awfully Wedded Husband - A Zayn Malik Love story

Chapter 3

Authors note

Once again thank you for the votes and comments. please pleas share this story xx I love you xx Oh and just a reminder, this story will be a tad bit depressing as Halimah will go through many tough situations.

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Halimah's POV

Zayn and I entered my room, I held the door open for him as he walked in and looked around. My room was fairly big, it had blue walls and white and black furniture. I loved my room, it was the only place I could be alone and relax.

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"Nice room" Zayn simply said.
"Hmm" I really don't want to speak to him, I hope he just pulls his phone out and stays on that instead of talking.

He sat at the end of my bed and just stared up at me with his beautiful eyes. Urm no eww his ugly, what on earth is wrong with me.
Ugh, who am I kidding, his not ugly. In fact he looked quite hot. His brown hair was scruffily put to the side and he had stubble on his perfectly shaped face, he actually has amazing cheekbones. Zayn was wearing a black, red and white checked top, with his sleeves rolled up and had black skinny jeans on.
He sat there with his head resting in one clenched fist staring up at me. I feel SO uncomfortable.

"You look.. different" Zayn spoke, breaking the silence. "Come, sit with me" He tapped the empty space beside him on my bed. I walked over to my bed and awkwardly sat next to him.
"S-so do y-you" I finally spoke, this was SO weird, the last time I spoke to Zayn was back in high school. We were both 15 then.
"Do you still, umm, hate me" He said whilst slowly reaching for my hand. He held it and using his thumb, he rubbed the back of my hand . I quickly pulled my hand away and stood up.
" Do I still hate you ??? Of course I still 'hate' you Zayn, you and your pathetic crew ruined my life. They beat me every single day. Everybody hated me because you lot caused SO much shit. Why are you even here ?! WHY ?! I WILL NOT BE MARRYING YOU. SO YOU CAN GET OUT OF MY ROOM, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND NEVER EVER COME BACK HERE EVER AGAIN" I was so angry, who the hell does he think he is. Showing his face after all these years and acting like nothing had ever happened.

Zayn looked so pissed. He stood up and walked up to me. He harshly grabbed my wrist and pushed against the wall. He came really close to me, his face inches away from mine.
"don't you DARE raise your voice at me ever again , you irritating little bitch" Zayn hissed at me through clenched teeth. I tried to push him away as he had held me wrist, right on top of some fresh cuts. But Zayn just tightened his grip. "OW Zayn p-please let g-go of my arm, please it r-really hurts" I pleaded as my eyes started to water. No, no I can't cry infront of Zayn. It'll just make him think I'm weak. I can't.
"I thought we could forget about what had happened in the past and move on but Im guessing you don't want to" He responded as I closed my eyes in an attempt of keeping my tears in, but they refused to stay in and tears started rolling down my face.
"N-no, I'm ssorry of course we can move on. I won't ever r-raise my voice to you again, just please let go of my arm Zayn, please" I apologised with my gaze down. My wrist burned, when will he let go ? The cuts are probably gonna start bleeding too.
Zayn roughly threw my arm and lifted my chin so that we were looking straight at each other. "Wipe your tears and come down stairs. You will not tell anyone about this okay !! And if you do there will be terrible consequences!! Oh and smile" He threatened me before walking towards my bedroom door. I quickly wiped my tears and followed him out the room and downstairs into the living room where Zayn's parents and mine where laughing away.

Zayn's POV

I walked in to the living room with Halimah walking behind me. I really wanted to sit and chat with her but she just had to start shouting. Nobody shouts at me, Nobody. I tend to get angry really quickly and I grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall. She said her wrist was really hurting and she actually started crying. I must have really hurt her. I feel SO bad now.

We were now sat at the dining room table as Aunty Sofina and mum put food on the table. I was sat next to Ahmed and opposite Halimah. Uncle Hashim and my dad where sat at both ends if the table. Aunty Sofina sat beside Halimah and mum sat beside me. As we were eating, and the rest where chatting and laughing away, I looked at Halimah. She looked beautiful. Her hazel eyes where the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. Both her dimples showed when she smiled or laughed. Her small pink lips where just so kissable, i wanted her right noww!! She just looked like an angel. I hate that I hurt her upstairs and all those years ago.
I have to apologise and show her that I'm not the same person I was when we were both in high school. What I did to her was terrible, and I know it must be hard to forget. I just want to be friends again. I don't exactly want to marry her but if we do end up getting married then I wouldn't really mind. But It'll mean I'll have to let go of her, i'll have to let go of Perrie. UGH I'm so confused, I don't know what to do, should I tell my parents about Perrie. If I do they might let me marry her but if I don't i'll get to spend more time with Halimah. I'll get a chance to get to know her and if me and Perrie have to break up then so be it. Im not exactly in love with Perrie, i just really like her company. But then Perrie will hate me and we wont ever speak again, i just know it. I don't know what to do.
I know, I'll ring up the boys and tell them everything and let's see what they say. Oww all this thinking is making my head hurt :(

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Uploaded this chapter a bit earlier than normal. So I included zayns POV in here. What do you think happens between zayn and halimah in high school and who do you think zayn is going to choose ?!?

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