Arranged Love (Zayn Malik Arranged Marriage)

My Way With You

"Now I'm not here to give a boring speech or somethin'. I'm just here to do something that she always wanted" he said. I know where this is going.

"Whenever Nisha and I would take her to a wedding. She would always look up to the brides dance. The dance that every girl seeks for. The dance that a girl only has once in her life time. Well, if you marry twice than that's your problem" he joked and the hall erupted in laughter again.

"Pray, may I have this dance. Not as an uncle or a friend but as a father" he asked. I could clearly see the hope in his eyes as he made his way to the stage. This is so overwhelming; I never thought he would do this for me. What he said was true. I think I might break down any second, feels like I'm dreaming. Better not be.

"You should go" Zayn whispered in my ear as my dad stood in front of me. I gave Zayn a smile; kissing his cheek I stood up and took my dad's hand.

"Ladies and gentleman. The father and bride." The DJ spoke. Yup, father and daughters dance. The only thing I thought I would never have, but I stand corrected.

Soft music played in the background as dad and I swayed slowly with it. I couldn't help but tear up a bit. All my life I called him uncle, it must've hurt his feelings somehow. God, I feel bad now.

"Thank you, dad. For everything" I say to him, getting a smile in return.

"No need to thank me, beta" he said. (Beta, as in child)

"I know you wanted this. And its not like this is the first time we're doing this. Remember your cousin Sonia's wedding?" he asked. Sonia, my cousin. I was 7 when we attended her wedding.

11 years ago

Here I am, on another wedding. I'm not quiet enjoying it because I don't really have close relatives here. I don't ever know half of them.

I'm just sitting here, watching the bride dancing with her father. Not only her, but also most of the girls are dancing with their dad. I know I can never have the chance, but I can only hope and wish for it.

I looked to my right to see uncle Sajid sitting with mum Nisha. I never called him dad, only uncle. I don't know why, but I just don't feel like calling him dad. My father and I had something between us, something special. Really special. But its not like I don't want to call uncle Sajid dad, I just don't have the guts to. He scares me sometimes.

"Are you okay, darling?" I heard uncle say. Shit, I didn't know I was staring at him for so long. Maybe I can ask him to dance with me. As his daughter...maybe.

"Do you need something?" he asked again. What's he gonna do? Is he angry? On second thought, nah.

"Nothing" I speak, shaking my held. He smiles at me and turns his attention back to the dance again.

I sigh heavily, turning my attention back at the bride also. They look so happy. They are talking and laughing, just like a family. I couldn't help but admire them.

I wonder what it feels like to d-

"Come on" I hear I was cut short from my thoughts by uncle Sajid. Oh my god, what did I do?

I slowly stand up, take his large hand in my small one and walk silently beside him. He leads us to where the bride is dancing with her father and stops.

Is he doing what I'm thinking?

He gently picks me up and rests me on his left hip. He takes my trembling hand and puts it on his right shoulder and starts swaying to the soft music playing in the background.

I look at him shocked and surprised. So he's not angry with me! Thank god!

"I saw you staring this way and thought you might want to dance" he spoke slowly, smiling at me.