Chapter 29: 29. Happy Ally


    Writer’s POV:


    An amused Asahd poked his head in first, looking around the apartment to make sure Djafar wasn’t


    seated there.


    Sa?da was behind him in the corridor, biting her finger and hoping her father wasn’t awake. She’d kept


    her phone off throughout and when she’d put it on, she got notifications from about five of her father’s


    missed calls.


    -


    The apartment waspletely dark, meaning Djafar had long retired to bed.


    “Is he there?” Sa?da whispered.


    “No. Let’s go in,” Asahd replied. “Shhh.”


    They tiptoed into the apartment and Sa?da quietly and carefully locked the door behind her.


    They started making their way through the furniture to get to their rooms. Everything was fine until in


    the dark, Sa?da hit her leg against a chair and it made her trip over. Asahd, at the exact same moment,


    who’d heard the noise from the chair, was turning to ask Sa?da to quiet down and was taken by


    surprise at a falling Sa?da.


    She fell forward and before Asahd could stabilise himself and catch her, she fell on him. Though he


    seeded in wrapping his arms around her, it was still unexpected and in the dark, he lost bnce


    and fell from Sa?da’s weight. Theynded on the carpet with a heavy thud, Sa?da on top of Asahd


    who’d hit part of his head against a chair while falling.


    She was fast enough to put a hand over his mouth, muffling his groan of pain.


    “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” she gasped, automatically rubbing that part of his head.


    He couldn’t me her. The apartment waspletely dark.


    “I’ll- I’ll survive. Hopefully we don’t wake Djafar,” Asahd whispered.


    “Hopefully.”


    Just then, both realised how they were positioned. Sa?da’s knees and thighs rested at his sides, like


    she was straddling him. Asahd had his arms around her lower waist and his right hand was a little too


    low, resting at the top of her butt.


    She sat up immediately and at the same moment, Asahd hurriedly took his arms and hands off her.


    She got off him and stood. He got up right after.


    “We should rush to our rooms before he hears more noise,” Sa?da whispered and carefully tiptoed her


    way towards her door, in the dark.


    Asahd did same, going in search of his door.


    “If my father asks me questions tomorrow, which he definitely will, you’ve got my back, right?”


    “Sure. Goodnight.”


    “Goodnight.”


    He waited for her to enter her room and then he stepped into his.


    “Time for me to get rid of these wet clothes,” he said to himself.


    ***


    The next day, as expected, Djafar questioned his daughter and scolded her for keeping her phone off


    the previous night. Asahd stepped in for her though and exined to Djafar that he had invited her to


    the movies and because they were in the theatre, they had to keep their phones off. He asked Djafar


    not to get angry with Sa?da. Djafar eventually let it go.


    ***


    That night, Asahd called Sa?da to his room.


    “Yes?” she sat on his bed and stared up at him. He had two shirts in his hands.


    “Which of these two cheap and pathetic shirts would look best on me?” he mused.


    “You’re terrible. They’re great.”


    “Nothingpared to my clothes that you abandoned in Zagreh!” he picked a pillow and threw it in her


    face. Sheughed.


    “Good for you.”


    Asahd rolled his eyes in amusement.


    “So which?”


    “Aaaw, it’s cute how you are dressing to impress Allison.”


    Heughed out in the most sarcastic manner.


    “Sa?da, I thought you knew me. I dress to impress everyone. Fashion has always been at the top of my


    list, Darling. I gotta look charismatic in everything I do,” he ended proudly. Sheughed because it was


    a fact.


    Asahd wasn’t even thinking about impressing Allison. He was doing that to get everyone’s attention,


    which he loved.


    “Girls dress to impress me. It shouldn’t be the other way round.”


    “Wait till you fall in love. Hopefully with Allison. I swear, Asahd, you’ll wear the best clothes around her.


    Just to impress her and only her.”


    “Yeah, yeah whatever. Didn’t call you here for a chit chat,” he teased and she rolled her eyes.


    “Fine. Wear the first one.”


    “Why?”


    “Because it’s cool. They’re both beautiful shirts but I like the first most especially because it’s blue.


    That’s my favorite color.”


    “Who cares?” heughed and threw the blue shirt away. “Because you chose that one, I’ll wear this one


    instead. The oxblood. Ha-ha.”


    Asahd was a stubborn case. Sa?da shook her head in amusement and picked the blue shirt. Asahd


    watched her silently make her way to the door and open it. Before stepping out, she said in the most


    satisfied manner:


    “Reverse psychology, Asahd. I knew you wouldn’t pick what I would chose and so I intentionally picked


    the one I liked the least. Oxblood is my fav, dumbass.”


    Asahd’s smile faded a little and sheughed.


    “Alright, give me the blue shirt,” Asahd mused.


    “Nope,” she rushed out.


    “Sa?da!” Asahd followed her and by the time he found her, she gave the shirt back. Only problem was,


    it was soaked with water. “Are you serious?!”


    “Oxblood goes with your eyes. You’ll thank meter," she mused and went to sit with her father who


    had been busy watching TV.


    ***


    Allison’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Asahd walk down the sidewalk and towards her.


    “How are you?” he smiled and gave her a warm hug. Allison melted on the inside. His sweet smell


    caused goosebumps on her skin.


    “I’m fine. And you?” she asked softly, raising her head to look at him once they’d parted.


    “I’m good.”


    “I like your shirt. Goes with your eyes,” sheplimented and Asahd smiled a little.


    ′Guess that stubborn kid was right,′ he thought, referring to Sa?da.


    “Thank you. You look great too.”


    “Thanks,” she blushed.


    “Let’s go get our tickets then. Have you chosen a movie?”


    “Mhm. I hope you won’t mind it.”


    “Don’t worry. I’ll watch what you want to watch.”


    “You’re sweet.”


    ***


    Asahd’s POV:


    ′What the fuck am I watching, right now?′


    We’d not watched half of the movie Allison had chosen, yet I was beginning to regret. She’d chosen a


    romantic tragedy. A tragedy! If it was a normal romantic movie or even a romanticedy, it would’ve


    been cool. But it was a tragedy. Someone was going to die at the end for sure. I hated tragedies.


    “You like it?” she whispered and I smiled a little.


    “Yeah.”


    She giggled.


    “Omg, it’s so obvious you don’t like it. It’s written all over your face,” she mused.


    “It’s horrible,” I chuckled and sheughed lowly.


    “Okay I won’t force you to finish it. I have two options. Pick. Either we leave and watch another movie


    they’re projecting tonight, or, we go to a fast food,” she proposed.


    “I already like you very much for proposing that,” I mused. It pleased me that she was also this fun and


    yful girl.


    “Ooou, I’m blushing again,” she said and weughed a little.


    “Sshh,” a few angry people hushed us.


    “We’ll do both,” I whispered and grabbed her hand. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”


    “Oki.”


    I stood, holding her hand and leading us out of that boring ce.


    ***


    The second movie was way better and we left the theatres,ughing and in a better mood. We were


    chatting and walking down the streets, in search of a fast food restaurant when Allison held my hand in


    hers. I smiled at her and she smiled back, reddening. She had a very cute smile.


    “I love your smile.”


    “Thank you, Asahd.”


    We walked a little distance and found a restaurant. We got in, ordered and sat down to eat. Allison told


    me about herself and so far, she’d said nothing that could drive me away. She was so simple and such


    a darling.


    “And you? Tell me about you, Asahd,” she said, wiping the corners of her mouth with a tish.


    “Well, we moved in a month ago.”


    “From your country or a different city?”


    “My country. I’m here with my father and sister, whom you already know about. We came to America to


    start a new life. Start afresh. It was really hard at first, but things are beginning toe into ce.”


    “And I hope they get better.”


    We continued chatting and I had toe up with a lot of fake stuff to add to my story. Other than that,


    we really had a good time.


    --


    We were finished by past ten and Allison and I stood on the sidewalk while we waited for a free cab.


    “I had a great time, Asahd. Thank you,” she smiled.


    “You’re wee. I had a lot of fun too. You’re even cooler than I thought.”


    “Thank you,” she giggled and shyly looked away. “I had to tell you something. Remember?”


    “True. Tell me.”


    She covered her face with her palms and giggled a little.


    “Okay. Um,” she looked up, though avoiding my eyes a little. “I like you. Like really, really, really like


    you.”


    My lips twitched in amusement and she giggled nervously.


    “Okay,” I smiled.


    “Um, so now you know. And before I pass out or something,” sheughed nervously again. “I just want


    you to know that I’ve never asked a boy out, before. But it’s gonna be different this time. I like you very


    much and- and if you don’t mind, I would like us to be more than friends,” she ended, shutting her eyes


    in amusement and embarrassment.


    Even if I wanted to say no, I don’t think I could’ve. She was so cute in everything she did.


    “So, you want me to be your boyfriend, actually?” I teased with a little chuckle and sheughed.


    “Omg, I’m embarrassed enough. Please don’t make me cringe even more,” she giggled, her whole face


    reddening.


    Iughed and pulled her in for a hug. She hugged me back with a giggle.


    “So? What do you say?” she asked when we parted.


    “I’m going to be honest with you,” I held her hands.


    “Oh gawd, you’re gonna reject me?” she shut her eyes tight and I chuckled.


    “Listen to me first. Open your eyes, please.”


    “Okay,” she did but avoided my look.


    “Okay,” I started. “For now, I like you as a friend.”


    “Oh, boy.”


    “Hold on, I’m not finished,” Iughed. It was so amusing.


    “Okay, go on. Rip the bandaid off. I’ll survive,” sheughed a little, even more nervous.


    “Okay. I was saying that I like you very much as a friend, for now. But I believe with little time, I’ll get to


    like you more than a friend. I’ll do everything to because you’re amazing.”


    She blushed and smiled shyly.


    “Thanks.”


    “It’s true. I want to be your boyfriend and you my girlfriend.”


    I saw her brighten up.


    “It’ll be a one-sided thing, sure, but I believe that if I’m in a rtionship with you, though I don’t like you


    more than a friend yet, I’ll eventually and gradually fall for you. Is that fine by you?”


    She smiled brightly and I chuckled.


    “Yes! I know you’ll like me with time. I’ll do everything to make you like me,” she smiled happily. “This


    means we’re officially dating now?”


    “I believe so.”


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    She smiled and stepped forward. I knew exactly what she wanted and so I gave it to her. I leaned in


    and kissed her.


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