Revenge - English Version

Chapter 6 - Dangerous Games

ZAYN POV

That damn scene at the park... I can't get it out of my head, no matter how hard I try. Her eyes, the way she looked at me, and how my heart leapt in my chest when I touched her. Damn it, Zayn, stop it! She's your friend, your best friend. Nothing more than that. Right? Right. Breathe. Focus.

I head downstairs, still only wearing my pyjama bottoms. It seems like the heat has decided to show up, even though it's winter.

At least the world's as confused as I am.

I go straight to the kitchen, starving. I'm sure Care's brought something from the bakery - there it is, the bag of pastries... and of course, Care.

She's got her back to me, leaning over the counter, wearing an oversized T-shirt of mine and some short black shorts. It's the first time I've seen her in one of my T-shirts, and it... stirs something in me. That T-shirt... my white one with "Cool kids don't dance" on it, is way too short on her. Her legs, smooth and toned, seem to glow in the morning light. Has she lost weight?

I quickly look away before she catches me staring. Her loose hair gives her an even more carefree and... sexy look. Too sexy. Damn it, Zayn, enough!

She ties her hair up in a messy bun and grabs a bowl with some batter inside - must be for pancakes, at least I hope so. Cake and pancakes... not bad for breakfast. She sits on the counter, crossing her legs, and continues to stir the batter. I swallow hard. The sight of her bare legs right in front of me makes me lose track of everything.

I need to get out of here... fast. I turn to leave as quickly as possible but bump into someone.

- Sorry, mate.

- It's Care, isn't it? - he asks, even though he knows the answer. Who else would it be?

- Of course it is - I snap, trying to get past him, but Niall steps back in front of me. I see a cheeky grin spread across his face as he glances over at her, then back at me, his grin widening.

- No way! You're like this because of her! - He lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the look on my face.

- Have you lost your bloody mind or what?

- So why all the tension?- he challenges, mischievously.

- F*ck off, Horan.

- Tension? Or maybe... something a bit lower than that? - he teases, raising an eyebrow and grinning wider.

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the small, annoyed smile tugging at my lips. Typical Niall.

HARRY POV

I hear Zayn's door slam shut too hard, making it clear he's in his typical morning mood. I head to the kitchen, where I find Niall and... Care?

- Well, well, what do we have here? - I cross my arms and lean against the kitchen table, eyeing her up.

Bloody hell, I've never seen a lass look this sexy in just a T-shirt. But, of course, she's not just any lass. She's my Greek goddess pretending to be a nun. Mine? Well... not mine, but... Jesus, Harry, what's going on with you? You're not like this. You don't fall for anyone, you don't get attached. You just play and leave.

- Oh, look, another one. - She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which makes her look cute.

- Better not say anything. I already did, and that didn't end well. - Niall grumbles, pouting while Care laughs like a happy child.

- What? Got beaten by a girl? - I tease, and he gives me a sarcastic laugh.

- Of course not, way worse.