Emulous (h.s)

10

"Mallory, really can't cook variety of dishes." Zayn mumbles out with a chuckle.

My gaze darts to Mallory seated next to him. She nudges her elbow to his and says in a playful manner. "Well I excel a couple, don't I?" She gestures on table that has pasta, sandwich, pancakes.

"Yes." Zayn agrees with a light hearted laugh.

I shove another spoon of pasta in my mouth; I shut my eyes savoring the flavour.

She still cooks the same.

"Mallory, this is amazing." She pulls a smile on my compliment.

"Yes, just pasta." Zayn adds. My jaw tightens; I wanna shove the fork in his bloody ungrateful mouth.

"You cannot eat, if you're not appreciating it!" Mallory chuckles out, pulling plate from Zayn. But he fights back earning it. "Damn it. Sorry sorry." They both glance at each other-and it stays a little longer within them.

Today's breakfast is just within three of us. As kids chose to sleep themselves longer.

"Well," Zayn says between munching, "Have I failed to mention our Harry might is in love?" My fist tightens on fork.

What is he talking about?

"Oh, is he?!" Mallory asks for elaboration. And I fail to recall whatever bullshit I've most likely uttered yesterday. Because even while going to club I was little drunk already.

Luckily, I remember all the conversation I've had with my angel last night. I'm in awe recalling it all.

"Yes, guess who." Zayn asks.

"Who?" My voice pokes. Zayn laughs in disbelief. "You're asking?" I shake my head, admitting out loud but not forgetting to keep levity in. "Yes. I was kinda drunk."

Zayn gasps leaning back on his chair. "Seriously?" Mallory's laughter breaks in.

Zayn squints his eyes at me, "So, it— nah! C'mon I've heard drunk confessions are honest, you still do love her."

I sigh, shaking my head with a light chuckle. My eyes stays glued to Mallory's twinkling ones. "I- seriously- it-" Another sigh escapes me: not knowing how to make it believable, "Okay. Let me know who I mentioned."

Zayn rubs his palms together; his gaze flicking between me and Mallory. "Okay, huge reveal to be made." His mouth tugs into a wide grin as in he's really really amused.

Suddenly June walks in; causing our attention turn to her question. "Would you like to have something else?" Mallory shakes her head in no as response. June puts polite smile on her face and walks back.

As she disappears out of our sight, my eyes meets Zayn's: who's head is tilted aside looking at me suspiciously. "Shall I call it look of love?" My eyes widens on his absurd words.

"Fuck off, I didn't mention her." My head immediately shakes in embarrassment— but this doesn't seems wrong. Zayn can actually think that. And— Mallory? Is there any spark of jealousy in her? Even for a fleeting moment?

Her expression stays unreadable as her eyes glances to mine then back to Zayn. "No it wasn't look of love." She says with a chuckle.

"But he said it yesterday—" I interrupt his protest, "I was drunk, Zayn..." He sighs in exhaustion and leans himself back on chair crossing his arms.

Silence hangs in air, and I could feel my heart pumping. "Fine. You don't love her." He says, rolling his eyes, and settles himself back to continue breakfast.