I loved Ayman’s personality and way of thinking most of the time. He was smart, protective and more mature than his actual age but sometimes I hated his caveman side.

 I didn’t see anything wrong in me working as long as I kept my duties of being the woman of the house a high priority.

 While I was deep in my thoughts, I saw a very expensive black care drive by our house and park in the drive way of our neighbor. I wasn’t a fan of cars, nor did I know anything about them but that car looked so amazing, I couldn’t help but stare.

 The car door was opened and a tall guy got out of it. His skin was slightly tanned, olive like. He had thick black hair that looked so healthy and his face was perfectly lined with model-like cheekbones. He was indeed handsome but taking one look at his body made me cringe.

  He was wearing tight jeans that hung too low on his waist and on his upper body laid a thin layer of clothes in the shape of a shirt but its arms and neck wholes were too widely open, showing off his tattoos.

 I hate tattoos. Why would someone deliberately destroy Allah’s gift to them, their body, with those hideous drawings. It looked horrible as well as the fact that you can get skin cancer from it.

 Staring at that man in disgust, I didn’t notice his eyes looking directly at me until I looked up from his tattoos to look at his face again. Our eyes locked for a few seconds in a stare-gaze that only broke when I averted my eyes from his to get up and walk back inside my house.

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*Zayn’s P.O.V*

 Finally, I’m going home. It had been such a tiring few days. We just got back from the USA where we went to perform in the X-Factor there and promote our new single. We had literally no time to sleep, so to say that I missed my bed was an understatement.

 I tiredly drove through the London morning traffic which wasn’t the smartest decision, given the fact that I had wasn’t seeing straight from the lack of sleep but I did it anyway.

 Reaching the familiar street, I pulled into my driveway and took a second to before finally giving myself the push I needed to get out of the car and drag my sleepy body to the comfort of my bed.

 Locking my car, I felt like I was being watched. Scanning the area with my eye to see if any paparazzi were snapping one of their damn photos at this hour of the day, but instead I saw a girl setting on a swing in the house next to me.

 Blinking a few times, I tried to take a better look at her hoping she was hot, but she was covered up because it was a little chilly now. She was wearing black jeans that weren’t complementing her body what-so-ever and a long sleeved shirt that looked like it belonged to her father.

 Her face was captivating, though. I didn’t have a clear look at her face features because of our distance but something about it just made me stare at her for a second too long. I wasn’t even paying attention to the scarf wrapped around her head informing me that she was a Muslim and that staring at her like that was considered rude.

Her eyes finally met mine and I noticed a hint of blue in them from afar. It was clear that she had sky-blue eyes.

My face froze when I noticed the look on her face; it wasn’t one of admiration, excitement or even shock like I was always used to getting. The opposite actually; it was one of disgust and disapproval. Like the ones my father gave me the first time he caught me smoking or when he saw my first tattoo.

 My heart sunk a little in my chest as she rolled her eyes at me and walked inside her house once again.

 Getting inside my own house, I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t care about that girl’s look. She was nothing and it shouldn’t matter what she thinks of me. I barely got my own father to stop giving me that disappointed look and I was finally happy. Why should one girl who I didn’t even know make me feel like that?

 I’m perfectly fine. I’m perfectly happy with myself no matter what anyone else thinks.

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A/N

This is not as fast as the one before it, sorry about that. I’m just busy with the Ramadan gatherings   and everything.

So, what do you all think so far?

Please VOTE/COMMENT/FAN if you like it.

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