Deema's P.O.V
"I mean by zayn's grandfather knows your grandfather and they made a deal that their oldest grand kids will get married." my mum said like it's not a big deal. which it is.
"Mum I don't want to do this! I don't even know him. and I don't like him." I said
"Why don't you like him honey?" zayns mum asked
"Well let's just say he didn't make a good first impression." I told them
Zayns mum gave zayn a look and zayn put his arms up in defense.
"Deema could you just give zayn a chance?" my mum said
"I don't know mum, I'm only eighteen I'm too young for marriage" I tried to reason with them. I'm trying to keep my temper.
"Deema your doing this and that is it, let zayn take you on a date." my dad said.
"Ugh fine i'll go do that stupid date, I'm going up to my room" I told them and left.
I got into my room and was about to take off my head wrap when someone opened my door. I quickly re-did it and saw who opened my door. it was zayn.
"What do you want zayn your not supposed to be here" I told him
"Well I just wanted to tell you that the date is tomorrow at seven at night, and to just hang out" he said
Zayn's P.O.V
"Oh okay but I don't want you here I was about to let my hair out" she said
"Hey I don't mind if you put your hair down I'm going to anyway" I told her. I went up to her and pushed her to the wall. getting close to her, she is getting nervous I can tell.
She flushed at my comment. I smirked at that. she looks so hot when she does that.
"Deema can you please give me a chance, I know how you feel i'm only nineteen and I'm only doing this for my grandpa" I pleaded with her.
She thought about it for a while. "okay fine i'll do it because of my grandpa and only for him" she said
