Zayn tugged me close to him by the waist, all in one swift movement. His perfectly sculpted lips made intimate contact with my imperfect ones in a rough kiss. I felt my eyes widen at the gesture and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I haven't even known this man for more than five minutes, let alone been kissed before!

I remained frigid against his lips, (which were insisting for much more than I could give). He pulled back all of a sudden and passed me a smile. One that was bitter, in fact. I saw his eyes discreetly travel over to my chest and his lips curved upwards in a smirk. I felt my stomach churn.

"Awe! You two are so... Adorable!" Sophia gushed in happiness as Liam nodded.

I felt my cheeks tint red, blazing because of embarrassment.

"Thanks," Zayn spoke for the two of us. I already know that Zayn is going to be the dominant one in this relationship.

"How about I introduce you to my parents?" His raspy yet silky voice asked.

I still was still in a shocking state consternation to say anything. I just couldn't comprehend anything so I decided to stupidly nod.

"We'll see you later," Zayn announced to Sophia and Liam.

"Bye!" Liam bidded.

"Wait, Iris." Sophia called. I walked out of Zayn's grip and over to Sophia. "He's hot. Get some." She whispered, immediately making me blush even more.

I probably look like a fucking tomato. How classy.

"Thanks," I choked out.

I can't get over the fact that I am paired up with such a sexy man, yet I am scared. I have never been one to back away or be scared easily, so I mentally told myself to toughen up.

I walked up beside Zayn and I felt his hand slip around my waist. I looked at his face, only to notice that he was checking out some blonde. I felt slightly queasy about this but I shrugged it off.

"Ah! Zayn, how are you?" A manly voice, one which was in fact different than Zayn's, spoke.

"Great, papa. This is Ritza, or you can call her Iris. She's my partner." Zayn introduced.

"Uh, it's Rissa." I corrected.

"Sorry, Rissa."

Immediately, I thought of fixing my mentality. I love Zayn Malik, I love Zayn Malik, I repeated in my head like a mantra. It shouldn't be hard to develop feelings, I mean he's practically a model with those dashing looks.

"Hi, I'm Yaser, Zayn's father." He smiled at me and I noticed how he has the same eyes as Zayn. He was as tall as Zayn and you could tell that they are related; there are many similarities.

"Hello, I love Zayn Malik." I smiled.

Zayn's father stared at me for a second and I suddenly realized that I said my mantra out loud. My cheeks started heating up at a shocking rate. He started laughing and I heard Zayn sexily chuckle from beside me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Way to make a fool out of yourself!

"It's alright, babe. Everyone loves me." Zayn slowly whispered in my ear, completely oblivious to the fact that his parents are watching us.

Ignoring Zayn's flustering comment, I spoke. "I'm sorry! Um, ignore that comment. You know, I was just trying to get it into my head, that I'm with Zayn and all."

He smiled at me and I felt Zayn squeeze my waist. "You two are in a relationship now, so don't stress it." Yaser tried to comfort me but I could tell that he wanted to laugh... really badly.

"Yeah, see. I love Yaser." A woman spoke, gaining a cackle from, supposedly, her husband.

"This is my mum, Trisha." Zayn pointed out the brunette woman who's hair softly cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting with her white shirt. She smiled, showing her perfectly aligned teeth and dazzling smile.

"Hello Iris," she greeted. I was going for a handshake but she stopped me. "Don't give me a handshake. Give me a hug!"

I laughed lightly and reluctantly gave her a hug. We pulled back and she held me at an arms distance.

"Welcome to the Malik family, Rissa."

+++

A few moments later, Zayn and I made our way to my mum's car. I told him that I needed to grab my beloved belongings and he insisted that he'd come along. I don't know if this is how 'couples' act, but I'm going with it. I mean I already 'admitted' my love for Zayn and have been kissed by him so I guess it works.

From the sounds of it, Zayn is rich. And I don't mean just rich, I mean filthy rich. His father was telling me about how he recently handed down a couple of family-businesses to Zayn. They own a few car companies, hotel services and a couple of franchises. I had to keep my jaw from dropping in front of Zayn's parents. I already embarrassed myself enough in front of them.

I, on the other hand, am anything but that. I recently got my job (which I was appointed to, by the government during yet another ceremony) and it is nothing compared to what Zayn does. I work as a barista at the local coffee shop, called Lotsa Coffee. Zayn didn't have to go to the ceremony because he decided to continue his family-business. Apparently, now that I'm considered a 'Malik' I am allowed to drop out of my job. To be honest, I'd rather not.

We walked up to the small car and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. This is literally shit in Zayn's eyes.

"This is your car?" Zayn scorned in a unbelievable tone.

I nodded timidly. "Yeah, my mum and I share it."

There was a short and blundering silence between us.

"I'll need to get you a new car and your mother a new car."

I felt somewhat offended by this comment. I am glad that we bought it with our own money and I absolutely do not need someone else to buy me a car.

"Uh, no thanks. We're fine with what we have," I snapped.

"Why not?" He looked at me in a completely perplexed way. "Babe, you have to understand that now you're labelled as a 'Malik', even if you're not married to me. You can't just continue your life like before. "

I almost choked on my spit. He's already talking about marriage. Despite his breath-taking looks, I don't think I'm ready for this.

"I can't let you be an embarrassment for the Malik's. We are high up in society and government and I want to continue that, not wreck it by some tiny mistake." He finished his mini-speech, leaving me completely embarrassed and confounded.

I was simply flabbergasted at Zayn's words. Not only did I feel my heart shatter into a million irreplaceable pieces but I felt degraded.

"Well," I began. "With only my mother and I in one house, we work hard for what we get and to say that we own a car is a huge accomplishment. I am sorry but even though I am linked to the 'Malik' family, I'm not changing. Sure, I'll change the way I dress but simply degrading my mother and I like that is utterly rude, Zayn." I finished it off by turning around and walking towards my car. My face was flushed red in anger and I was ready to hurt anyone that came in my way.

"Hey, Ritza," Zayn called.

"It's Rissa," I snapped.

"Sorry, Rissa." He amended his mistake, "I'm sorry."

I turned around to face him, my face was probably still red. His lips contained the traces of a cocky smirk and it pissed me off even more. He wasn't sorry at all; his face says everything. However, I didn't feel like arguing. This is the first time we've even met, so why ruin it?

"It's alright. I'm sorry, I'm just really sensitive and protective when it comes to my mum." I mumbled quietly.

He smirked and flung his arm around my shoulders. "It's okay, I know you love me." He spoke, immediately making my cheeks turn red for the umpteenth time.

"Hey," I lightly laughed. "That was a complete accident!"

"Sure it was," Zayn mumbled, checking out some blonde that was walking by.

From the looks of it, he's really into blonde girls.

I rolled my eyes and opened up the trunk of my car, slipping away from Zayn.

"Where's your mum?" Zayn asked as I dropped a bag on the cold cement.

"I was texting her and she told me that she was going to go for a walk."

"Oh." He spoke, "Let's go?"

I nodded and shut the trunk, grabbing a suitcase in one hand and a handbag in the other.

"I would hold your bags for you but my shoulder's been hurting lately." Zayn added making me smile. At least he thought of grabbing my bags for me.

This might not be that bad.

"It's cool, they're my bags so I should carry them anyways." I rebutted.

"Yeah, you should." He trailed off.

I rolled my eyes. Well, so much for being a gentleman.

I saw Zayn eye yet another blonde as we were walking over to his car I finally spoke up about it.

"You're really into blondes, eh?" I commented.

He turned his head and looked at me, not smiling anymore. "Yeah, only blondes."

Ouch. I felt myself retreat back into my corner and feel anti-social, even though in not. I literally just started warming up to him. Well, it's nice to know that he just wants to get into my pants. But then again, I might have hit a nerve.

"Sorry about that. I shouldn't have said that." I apologized.

He shrugged, "Yeah, you shouldn't have. But then again, I don't really care. It's not like we are actually in a relationship. It's just for the sake of it."

I was getting pissed off by the second. My feelings are hurt but I decided that if he wants to be that way, I'm not going to try to change him, like he tried to change me.

I swear this man is bipolar.

We quietly continued to walk until Zayn stopped. I tore my gaze away from the grass and to the luxurious car in front of me. I almost felt my jaw drop open. It doesn't even look real!

"Pass the bags to me." Zayn ordered, "You can sit in the front."

I reluctantly did what he said and walked over to the front door and opened it carefully. I felt the smooth and polished leather seat underneath me and suddenly, I felt out of place. Everything is so expensive, I'm afraid I'm going to break something by to touching it.

Zayn sat down in the driver's seat and we buckled up our seat-belts.

"You're going to be staying with me at my house. You know that, right?" Zayn informed me.

No shit, Sherlock.

I nodded, "Yeah. I know."

"Cool," was all he said.

The rest of the car ride was filled by a lull muteness. I couldn't help but feel uncomposed. I left my mum behind, to fend for herself. I've always been her support for everything. We depended on each other for everything. And the reason I left her was for Zayn. One thing is for sure, we do not get along. Oh well, hopefully time will mend everything.

Well, the car ride wasn't bad at all. The wheels ensured a relaxing and smooth ride. This car costs more than my whole life and I bet Zayn would be extremely angry if I tampered with anything, even if it was by accident. So, the whole ride, I kept my hands to myself.

What happened next was something I deeply regret.

A/N: hi! I hope this was sufficient enough. Okay, so I have a couple of things to say.

I DID NOT expect sooo much feedback on this story. I was completely and utterly shocked at how many of you are active and it warms my heart. It seriously motivates me to write more and honestly, I can already say that I have the best readers. I love every single one of you. Thank you.

And since there were sooo many comments, it was very very  hard for me to pick someone for a dedication. I wish i could choose all of you.

Any who, I had to pick someone so thank you @HarryStylesWilly for the great feedback. P.S: Nice user name XD

Remember, if you comment constantly I WILL eventually choose you for a dedication! And I read ALL of the comments :)

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