Here We Go Again

Denis Island (Part Two)

"You do realize you can't avoid him forever, right? You are literally stuck on an island together until you two show signs of improvement." Emma sounded like she was sick of these whiny phone calls from Kyara at ungodly times in Melbourne. It was only about seven in the evening for Kyara, but for Emma it was about two in the morning. Emma was not pleased.

"But what if I don't want to?" Kyara pouted like a child even though Emma couldn't even see her.

"Too bad, no one gives a fuck. We're all sick of you fighting and killing our vibe. So kiss and make up so we can all get some sleep." Niall could be heard in the background, sleepily mumbling in agreement. Kyara scowled even harder.

"What if I just pretend to be okay with him?" Kyara suggested hopefully. She quieted slightly as she heard Zayn putter around in the hallway outside her door.

"Kyara, we both know you are very, very open about your hatred towards people. Just try, please. I'm going to sleep, try not to kill him tonight." Kyara wasn't even given time to reply because Emma was already hanging up. Kyara glared at her phone and made a small noise of discontentment. She would try to be nice to Zayn. Try.

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"Don't burn the house down, dumbass."

"Would you like me to pour the boiling water down your back?" Kyara picked up the boiling pan up off the stove and held it closer to Zayn with a death glare. Zayn looked from the pan to Kyara and back again without moving out of the way. Kyara narrowed her eyes at him and put the pan back on the burner.

"Just don't kill us both." Zayn huffed and went to the cabinet to rummage through. They both refused to eat any food the other prepared. It was childish, yes, but it was a nice example of their distrust.

Kyara rolled her eyes and put the angel hair pasta in the water to boil. She was planning on making some marinara sauce with breaded chicken on the side. Unfortunately, she would probably have a lot of food left over that Zayn would most likely steal from the fridge in the middle of the night.

Zayn watched from the dining room table curiously. He didn't know if he had ever seen Kyara cook a full, multiple dish meal. Also, he hadn't even known that the supply boat had given them chicken and vegetables. Then again, Kyara was the one who had run down to the beach to get all the crates.

"Can you hand me the strainer?" Kyara was chopping the garlic with a concentrated frown. Zayn knew that if he didn't comply, he wouldn't have any food to steal later if it was all ruined. Kyara continued chopping with one hand and held the other out for the strainer. Once Zayn had handed it to her. she abandoned the garlic and moved to the stove and then the sink to strain the pasta.

Gradually, smells of spices and noodles spread throughout the kitchen and dining room. Kyara was pulling the chicken out of the oven and slowly mixing the homemade sauce in with the angel hair pasta. Zayn lurked around the kitchen, waiting for the moment when he could steal himself a nice meal. Kyara eyed him quietly, but didn't exactly glare at him when he made a plate for himself when she sat down in the living room with hers.

Kyara puttered around until she had the movie The Sandlot playing on the flatscreen and her plate on her lap. At some point during the film, Zayn had made his way to the loveseat to watch the movie as well. Kyara could officially say it was the longest period of time they had been in the same room together the entire time they were on Denis Island.

Zayn didn't even wait for the credits to finish before he put in Jaws and wandered off to the kitchen to make popcorn. Kyara gave him an odd look but didn't comment when he came back and sat on the couch with the popcorn bowl in between them. Zayn took a picture of the popcorn bowl, making sure to get a little bit of his and Kyara's legs in it. Management would be pleased when he posted it on Instagram.