All Of Me - (Islamic fiction, Z.M. Sequel)

Chapter 64

"They are too small." I whined giving him the varied reason to why I was a wobbling mess during our very short walk to the car. He gave me a weird look to which I had to explain furthermore, "My mom's"

Chuckling, he shook his head while opening the car door for me, "Aren't we just dazzling with our borrowed clothes."

"Shut up," I chuckled rolling my eyes. We did look quite funny with my dress being too fitted, my scarf just not the right Beige color for my dress and my shoes just too small for me to manage a straight walk. While Zayn looked a little vintage with his blue suit just a little too big for him making his roll up his sleeves in a 70's gangster type of way.

Once we got to the venue, everyone's head turned to watch us. Perhaps it was the fact that the Saeed's were actually attending an event held by the Ibrahim's family after everything that happened between the two families in the last couple of years, especially in the last year itself. Or the fact that Zayn and I looked like the weirdest couple in the room with our not so fitting and not so fashionable clothes or maybe the fact that a big celebrity like Zayn was actually in a doll Yorkshire wedding.

Trying my best to straighten up my walk, I leaned completely on Zayn for support. We walked just a few steps behind my parents, Ella and Nadia as people just murmured all around us under the loud music.

"Kendra! Oh, I'm so happy you came and brought your family." Mrs. Ibrahim beamed once she noticed us here.

"Sorry we are late, Latifa. You know how girls get before weddings." My mother chuckled her fake-I-want-to-impress-you chuckle making me roll my eyes.

"It's alright. C'mon your table is right here." She guided us to our table.

The venue was plain, not really that breathtaking but I did like how it was simple. Just the room's put in chandlers as a decoration. The heart and soul of the wedding as in any Arab wedding was the dance floor with the Arabic and English music blasting, the bride and groom in the center surrounded by their friends and family dancing and singing along to the music.

Looking around, I noticed too many familiar faces. Just on the table next to us was Mrs. Omran. She was my religion teacher in Islamic school and she always had one thing to say to me; Maggie, I'm glad you are enjoying you time now because you are not going to go anywhere in life.

Right by the stage was Mahra Khalid, a girl who was always so jealous of me she told my dad I smoked during a Ramadan gathering just to see him yell at me. He didn't though, all he did was leave quietly.

And there, next to the exit, was Ali Moheb. The boy who I had my first crush on. He knew I liked him and tried to lure me in due to my skanky vibe at the time. When I refused, he told the whole school I gave him a blow job so I don't lose my cherry.

Every single face in this room had a memory behind it, and none of them were good. Sighing, I tugged on Zayn's hand grabbing his attention, "I want to leave." I whispered feeling sick all of the sudden.

"We just got here? Is everything alright?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah, it's just my head. The noise is giving me a headache." I lied. I hated lying but now wasn't the time to tell Zayn how I felt how every single person here.

"Okay. Just tell your mom and I'll drive us home." He nodded in understanding. I was just about to get up to go to my mother when a certain high pitched voice pierced my ears with its squeaking.

"Oh my god, the Saeed girl? It is you! Oh god, you look so different. I almost didn't recognize you with all of this clothes." She chuckled like it was the funniest joke ever.