We had a Deal- Ziam

1.

Zayn wasn't really sure about this! Actually he was not at all sure about this! His head went on overdrive as he nervously chewed on his lip, thinking about this over and over again.

"I don’t want that place" he reasons again, this time a little timidly, slowly watching her eyes squirt at him.

"But Zayn bhai" she sighs, already feeling done by dealing with his God brother "You're not trying to understand! It's a fucking apartment in fucking London, near your fucking studio"

"Stop with the cursing" he growls "and mind you I am one month older than you"

She rolled her sky blue eyes in annoyance, "Let me repeat this again! My dad, by all means your Godfather, died six months ago, and left you a damn beautiful apartment in his will and you're being an ungrateful brat by rejecting all this? Whyyy?"

"Because there is a condition" he slurs, exhausted, his voice draining energy as the lady was refusing to listen from the moment she stepped in his house.

"A marriage condition!! BIG DEAL!!" She mocks, earning a glare for Zayn.

"I am not going to marry a fucking stranger for money"

She nods, 'finally!!' Zayn thinks but then her eyes turns teary as she shakes her head "B-But Zayn bhai" her voice turning soft "We both know how hard Dad worked all his life- if you don't get the apartment my step-mum will! He wanted that for you and I want what my Dad wanted! She- She was hiding property papers until I stumbled upon them last week. A marriage before you turn 25 that's all, Zayn! Zayn bhai please!!! For me! I swear I will arrange everything- please” and thick tears fell down her cheeks making Zayn's heart drop in his stomach.

“Olivia” he pulls his sister in a hug, ignoring the way her grip was  way too tight around his him, small whispers of ‘please please please... trust me’ “hey” he pulled back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He smiled at her, smudging her tears with his thumb “Fine! Anything for you, Liv"

“God you're so easy" she scoffs and rubs her cheek, rolling her eyes at Zayn's shocked features “By the way, I may have someone in mind and they already agreed to it"

Zayn arches his eyebrow instantly “You were that sure of convincing me”

“I know you since you were in diapers, calm down, Sherlock” She states, her grin permanently plastered on her face as she thinks about her further plans “and its a guy"

Zayn’s shoulders drops in defeat, he just nods along because, well, because he is tired of reasoning with his sister.

“and you know him"

Zayn draws his eyebrows together “who?”

“someone I can trust- who we both can trust and remember we have to pretend like we don’t know about this will! Trust me nothing about you marry that bloke will be shady"

“Sorry to break it for ya" Zayn shakes his head “but it's Nov 21! I am turning 25 in 2 months 4 days- marrying anyone within this period will be shady as fuck when last time I genuinely dated someone publicly was 2 years ago"

And to Zayn despair, her grin only grew bigger “Oh I got it all planned"

And for the first time Zayn was not happy about his sister's lawyer degree which will come in handy for her evil plan.

“who is it?” Zayn asks, nervousness cloaking his neck “and he knows everything, right?”

“he does" she grins “Tomorrow! At Dawn's Cafe, 7pm, don’t be late, brother” she warns, grabbing her purse as he makes her way out.