Fighting Evil

FE: 12. Breakfast

Dedication to @X_OddAlien_X because she was commenting and voting (LOOONG TIME AGO, OLD VERSION)

§ V A L E N T I N A §

The elevator doors opened and Perrie and I walked through the corridor until we reached the large kitchen. I could already smell the pancakes and I knew someone was in there.

We came in and I saw the young guy who was cooking. He appeared to be Palestinian and he had slight stubble with his hair styled upwards. From what I could see, he had a pretty nice body too.

"Valentina, meet my boyfriend Zayn," Perrie announced as she went up to him and they shared a quick kiss before Zayn went back to cooking.

"Zayn, this is Valentina," Perrie said and Zayn lifted his head and smiled at me. As I smiled back I realized that Perrie had a really good-looking boyfriend.

I knew Perrie could barely warm up some hot-pocket and I was glad she found someone who seemed like he was a good cook.

"Valentina learned a lot a cooking from her relatives when she was younger," Perrie told Zayn. "Don't mess up or she'll beat you with a stick," Perrie joked and looked back at me as I smirked. I hadn't taken any type of lesson in cooking for three years and within these past four months I didn't feel that into cooking. Until now.

While I was inspecting Zayn's simple cooking task of making pancakes, I took note that he had decent precision and he was pretty good. Then as he was setting the presentation I took note that he designed the plate like an artist and made everything look neat.

"Impressive," I complimented.

"Thanks, you sound like a better cook though," Zayn smiled as he set the three plates down on the table in the small dining area.

"Believe me though, I haven't done any serious cooking for at least a year, I think I forgot how to cook pasta," I joked.

The rest was slightly awkward silence as we all dug into Zayn's delicious food. I felt like I wanted to say something, but I never did. I wondered if it was the same for Zayn and Perrie. I had a a hard time eating since I still hadn't adjusted to eating big amounts of food, so I was eating really slowly.

Perrie quickly finished her food and placed her dish in the dishwasher.

"Where are you going?" I asked as she kissed Zayn goodbye.

"Work, I'll be back at four or five," she replied and then left the kitchen. I got reminded that all the stuff Louis was giving me costed a lot of money and I felt kind of... I didn't know... Then again, Louis wouldn't even let me out of the hospital for two weeks, I wondered why Perrie was allowed to go to work even though she had been in the same position as I had.

It didn't take long for Zayn and I to start up another conversation. He seemed like a guy who had this "bad ass" demeanor but inside, he really just loved hugs and was a real softie.

"My fingers were moving, but I actually thought my tooth was, so I pushed really hard, thinking I would loosen it up more, and then, next thing I know, I have a tooth in my fingers and blood pouring out of my mouth," I explained and laughed while Zayn made a grimace at the last part.

"So how long did it take for you to figure out your tooth was never loose in the first place?" he asked laughing.

"It took me two years, I'm being honest right now," I replied and Zayn burst out laughing.

"That reminds me of this one time when my sister–" he started but got interrupted by someone's footsteps.

"Hello," Louis said casually as he approached the table.

My heart beat quickened and I felt like hiding under the table. Instead, pulled my hood up and looked away. I wished I was invisible.

"Louis, the hell are you doing here?" I heard Zayn ask.

"Nothing really, I just wanted to see Valentina," he said and sat down on the chair Perrie had been sitting on earlier. Fück. I could swear that both Zayn and Louis were staring at me.

Suddenly I felt my hood slip off my head and I reluctantly turned to face Louis.

I really didn't want Zayn to see me freak out or get angry at Louis. Actually I didn't want Zayn to see me and Louis together at all.

"Hey," Louis greeted with an actual smile on his face. I wanted to give him an ugly look but since Zayn was there, I tried my best to give him the realest looking fake smile.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, still smiling. He must have been a great actor, it was making me sick.

"I'm fine," I replied. I was, until he came.

"Great," he said. "I wanted you to come with me."

"For what?" Zayn asked for me.

"Eh, just stuff," Louis replied, and Zayn didn't ask about anything else.

Great. Just great.

Louis was going to kill me and he didn't want to tell Zayn.

"Come on, let's go," Louis said while standing up. I noticed how gentle his tone was.

Slowly, I sat up off of my chair. My stomach was full of butterflies and my hands were shaking. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and said a quick good-bye to Zayn, who was stuck cleaning everything. He would have probably used the dishwasher anyways.

The short walk out of the kitchen was silent, but as soon as we got out of the area, Louis started talking.

"How have you been recently?" he asked. I looked up at him to see if he was being serious, which he was...

"I've been doing fine," I replied, making sure my replies wouldn't piss him off.

"If you ever need anything you can always let me know," Louis explained.

"Thanks," I replied in an awkward tone. This entire conversation was extremely awkward.

He stopped in front of the elevators and I followed suit. It took a few seconds but soon the doors to one of the elevators opened and Louis and I went inside. One thing I noticed was that Louis didn't say any floor he wanted to go to, but the doors closed after he walked in.

Well śhit. I was alone in an elevator with Louis.

I took out my shaking hands from my pockets and proceeded to crack my knuckles as the silence droned on. The elevator wasn't moving and I didn't seem to understand why Louis was just staring at me, not saying anything. His stare used to make me feel subconscious, but I had gotten used to it now.

"Are you that afraid of me?" was the first thing he said after a while.

"Shouldn't I be?" I asked, shocked at his dumb question.

"Sorry, I guess it makes sense why you would be," Louis replied.

I wanted to yell "sorry won't cut it", but I held my tongue.

"Well, I need to know something about you, Valentina," he said. "What is your secret?"

I almost fell over.

I took a few steps backwards and relied on the wall to hold me up.