Arranged Love (Zayn Malik Arranged Marriage)

You Need To Finish What You Started

Zayn is upstairs in his rooms, I don't have to put up with him for now. Don't get me wrong, but he's always horny.

Plus I'm making cookies, so I can watch a film while I eat them in peace.

I sighed in happiness and went to take them out from the oven as I heard a 'ding'.

I put my gloves and took them out slowly, as I was going to put them on the kitchen table i heard a "BOO!" from behind me and boom!

The trey fell from my hands as I jumped and screamed.

My hands were covering my eyes, almost immediately I heard laughing.

Laughing?

I uncovered my eyes slowly and saw Zayn, standing a few feet away, laughing hard.

What the hell?

What. The. Hell.

My cookies! No!

My eyebrows furred as I glared at a laughing Zayn, my eyes filled with hatred.

I hate him so much right now.

"What the hell?" I growled, still glaring at him.

No one messes with me and my cookies.

"Why'd you do that?" I growled again.

He stopped laughing but still chucking a little.

"You should've seen your face!" he laughed again.

Fucking asshole!

"Look what you've done to my cookies! Now what will I eat?" I whined.

All I got was laughing at response.

"It's not funny" I said, arms crosses over my chest.

"Yes, it is" he said, still laughing.

I took off my gloves and threw at him.

"You asshole" I spat.

"Hey!" he said as he dodged them.

Ugh!

"Those dirty gloves would've hit my pretty face" he said playfully, while touching his face.

"I missed" I said.

"Heeeyy!" he said.

"but you have to admit, that was funny!" he chuckled.

"No it was not! You ruined my cookies!" I whined.

"Now you've made a mess" he said smirking.

That stupid smirk.

I glared at him.

"Go away Zayn!" I spat, as I bent down to pick up the cookies which were scattered all over the kitchen floor.

"You're a hot mess Meera Pray Rosselles" he said, as he came closer.

Silence.

"Aw, come on! It was just a joke!" he said.

Silence.

"Pray" he said again, as he bent down in front of me.

Silince.

I stood up and throwed the cookies away.

My wonderful, delicious cookies, goodbye.

R.I.P

"Oh, so now you're giving me the silent treatment" he said, as he blocked my way to exit the kitchen.