*Three weeks later*
Layla sighed once again and sat down on the couch. She was home alone since her in laws went to Islamabad for their nieces engagement and Zayn was still not back from work. Layla had noticed that these days he was more stressed, especially after his dad had left for Islamabad. Apparently some really important information got leaked and their rivals happened to have that information. She of course had over heard this conversation.
Zayn and her didn't talk unless it was necessary. He also didn't try another one of his moves on her like he did on the night of their barat and walima. Every time she thought about it, her cheeks heated up and would turn bright red.
She was about to doze off when she heard the front door slamming shut. Her eyes immediately opened at the sudden noise and landed on Zayns figure. He looked tired and worn out.
"A-aap agay?"
(Your home?)
"Of course, where else would I go?" He asked, annoyance seeping through words. Layla just looked down in embarrassment.
"Apko khana laga do?" Layla questioned.
(Should I set the dinner table?)
"Nahi," his cold and emotionless voice rang out.
"Are you sure?" She once more asked, concern evident on her face. He had not even ate breakfast in the morning.
"Yes," he sighed.
"Lekin aap na-" she began once more before getting cut off.
(But you di-)
"I said no, Layla. Don't you understand? Are you that dumb? Gosh, your so f*cking annoying," he yelled at her. Layla flinched at her husbands hard tone. No one talked to her like that and she absolutely hated it. She hated it when someone raised their voice wether it was at her or someone else. The familiar feeling of eyes stinging came back to her.
"Great. Just f*cking great. Now your gonna cry like a little baby aren't you. So pathetic," he said, his voice even harsher than before and rolled his eyes before heading upstairs. Layla's tears came rushing down her face as soon as he turned around. She couldn't control them. This was the first time he had ever made her cry. Layla wasn't used to being talked this way. Her family always talked to her with extreme kindness and didn't raise their voice at her. Their belief was the more strict and uptight you are, the more your child is gonna want to disobey you. Not that this was true for every child though.
After a few minutes of trying to calm herself, Layla got up and warmed up some food for herself. Truth was she was waiting for Zayn to come back to eat with her. After she finished her food, she slowly walked upstairs. She was dreading to go inside the room. She didn't want to face Zayn just yet. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of their room.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door. She looked around to spot Zayn but sighed in relief when she saw he wasn't in the room. She walked towards the vanity and started her nightly routine.
As the door opened, Layla froze up. She closed her eyes momentarily before opening them again and continuing her routine. Completely ignoring him. As she was applying lotion on her arms, Zayn wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her up.
"Let me go, Zayn," she whispered trying to get out of his embrace.
"No," he whined like a two year old, leaving Layla shocked. He had never talked like to anyone before.
Zayn turned his beautiful wife around and buried his head in her neck and sighed in content. Layla was seriously confused at his odd behavior.
"Zayn? Aap teek toh hai?" She asked, concerned. He just nodded, his head still buried in her neck. They stayed like that for what felt like forever to Layla but in reality it was only a minute or two.
(Are you ok?)
When he picked up his head from her neck, he looked her right into her eyes. Zayns eyes were bloodshot and the eye bags underneath his eyes and the his pale skin made him look like a zombie.
"You don't look so good," she said, examining his face.
He just chuckled and rested his forehead against hers. "Your so kind hearted," he said and she gasped.
"Are you drunk Zayn?!" She exclaimed. Zayn just shook his head and mumbled a small 'no'. His eyes were wide, looking like a toddler that had been caught stealing chocolates.
"Don't you dare lie! Your breath reeks of alcohol and- omg that explains your bloodshot eyes!" Layla said, flailing her arms all over the place. "Zayn,-" she continued in a soft voice, after taking a deep breath, "-alcohol is not the solution to anything, and you know it's forbidden," she said, her voice kind and sweet.
"I know," Zayn grumbled, making Layla giggle at his childness.
"C'mon, let's go to bed," she said, gesturing to their bed. Zayn quickly took off his pants and shirt while Layla finished her routine. When she saw that he was only in his boxers, she blushed just like she did the night before and every night before that. After they were both settled in, they just laid awake lost in their thoughts.
"Was he really that stressed that he found solace in alcohol?" She asked herself. "No matter how stressed he is, he shouldn't turn towards drugs or alcohol, especially if it's forbidden in Islam,"
Layla, all of sudden felt a arm around her waist, pulling her in close. Zayn tucked her head into his chest and wrapped his arms around her.
"Zayn-" Layla began, but was cutoff by a kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep and stop frowning all the time," he said sternly and smoothing our her frown lines. Layla just sighed, complying to his demand. She closed her eyes and buried her face deeper into his neck like he had done to her earlier.
Her husband ran his hand through her soft silky locks making her content. "I'm sorry, jaan, so sorry," was the last thing she heard before she fell asleep.
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The next morning, Zayn woke up before Layla. The last time he woke up in the middle of the night, he was spooning Layla with his head buried in her neck. This time, he had his arm around her waist and they were both facing each other.
He took the time to examine her features. She truly was a goddess. Her soft silky locks framed her angelic face. Her long eyelashes complimenting her fair skin. Her cheeks still had the slight red hue to them and her pink, plump lips were formed in a small pout. She looked adorable. He could see himself falling in love with her in the future. She was sweet, kind and innocent. She wasn't a gold digger or power hungry. She didn't care about that stuff.
Zayn watched as the angel opened her eyes slowly and stared right at him, giving him her heart stopping smile. And he returned the favor.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Good morning," she shyly whispered back at him. "How long have you been awake?" She questioned.
"Not long," he said and snuggled into her body.
"Are you feeling better now? If your head hurts, should I get you some Advil?" After she brought it up, Zayn could start to feel the headache. He'd been too lost in his thoughts to notice it.
"I'm ok, just a slight headache." he said back. "Let's go downstairs," untangling himself from Layla, he went into the bathroom leaving Layla there confused. Shaking her head at him, she got up and started her morning routine.
Walking into the kitchen, Layla started making breakfast which consisted of an omelet and bread. When everything was prepared, she placed it all on the dining table just as Zayn came downstairs.
Breakfast was awkward and silent just like every other day. She was confused at the sudden change in Zayn attitude. He was back to being cold and silent.
A few minutes later, Zayn got up ready to leave for work when Layla called out to him.
"Is there something wrong?" She questioned.
"No," he briefly replied.
"Your lying, there definitely som-," she continued.
"Look Layla, I'm getting late. I don't have time for this," with that being said, he stalked off...
Leaving Layla confused and hurt.
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Normal Zayn is such an ass ð
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