Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 9

The song for this chapter is It's Time by Imagine Dragons(:

*Zayn's POV*

"So I see she's late again," Harry remarked.

"It's not a big deal, Harry." I defended. "It's one time. She fell asleep."

"She was also late for your date this afternoon," he added.

"I don't blame her for that, though. There was traffic. She came, didn't she?"

He nodded his head and started up the stairs. "I'll be upstairs. I don't want to intrude or anything." He trudged up the steps and into his room while I waited for Camille to arrive.

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*Camille's POV*

My car pulled into Zayn and Harry's driveway much later than I'd planned on arriving tonight. I felt awful for being so late, but I felt entirely refreshed after that nap. I stalked up the front steps of their flat, knocking on the door when I reached the porch. Seconds later, the door opened with a grinning Zayn opposite me.

"Hey, Gorgeous, come on in."

I took a step inside. "Zayn, I'm wearing sweats."

He shrugged. "I know." I couldn't help but blush, but I turned my head to hopefully hide it.

"Hey, I brought over a movie to watch," I said, sitting down on the couch and pulling out Insidious. "I've heard it's really scary. I hope you don't mind." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Oh, no. It's fine. I love scary stuff."

I looked around the room. "Where's the curly-haired kid?"

"He's upstairs. He said he didn't want to intrude or anything. He was giving me some trouble before you came so I don't really care," Zayn said.

"Like what?" I wondered.

"Nothing important," he assured me. "Here, I'll put in the movie." He reached forward and I handed it to him. "We can make some snacks while we wait for it to get darker for when we watch the movie. The darker it is, the scarier it is."

"I like your thinking. I'll meet you in the kitchen." I hopped off the couch and made my way into the neighboring room to start rifling through the pantry. "What kind of food do you want?" I yelled to him, not breaking my gaze from the food in front of me.

"Did you eat dinner?" he yelled back.

I squinted my eyes, thinking back to earlier. "Nooooo."

"Oh. Well me either." Zayn joined me in the kitchen and bumped my hip, making me move over to let him see. "Why don't we just eat a bunch of random, junky things and call it dinner?" he suggested.

"Fine by me." I grabbed the box of Oreos and a bag of sour Skittles and laid them on the counter. Zayn dropped a box of donuts and a bag of crisps next to the stuff I'd already set on the counter. I slid over to the fridge in my socks and dug through the assortment of goodies while Zayn searched the pantry for more things. My eyes fell upon the one thing that completed my life; the one thing that kept me moving forward; the one thing that could brighten my mood at any time of the day... cookie dough.

"Zayn," I whispered. "You have it."

He stopped rummaging through the pantry and stared at me. "What do I have?"

I carefully pulled out my beloved chocolate chip cookie dough and turned to show him, flashing a grin in his direction. "We HAVE to make this, Zayn. You don't understand. This is my one and only."

He started laughing and continued exploring the depths of the pantry. "Alright. You'll have to get the tray out from under the stove."

I placed the tub on the counter and quickly got out the materials for making the cookies and got to working. Eventually Zayn joined me in making the cookies. I turned my back to him when suddenly, I heard music- Imagine Dragons, actually. I turned back around to see Zayn look up from placing his phone on the counter. He smiled and came over to help me, both of us singing along to Radioactive.