Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 26

chapter 26

I woke up in his arms the next morning. I weakly looked up to see if he was awake. He was not. His mouth was slightly open and he was snoring quietly. His eye was starting to discolour somewhat which was normal and I couldn’t see his lip that well, but it looked fine.

I smiled, remembering last night. I yawned then and lay there beside him for what felt like forever.

And then my phone rang.

I nearly fell out of bed in surprise; I fumbled around looking for it, following the sound of my ringtone. It was in my clutch. I hurriedly pulled it out and picked up.

“What?” I spat.

“Elizabeth? Iz zat you?”

Crap! It was my boss.

I deepened my voice. “Erm, no, it’s her… brother; I’ll give her the phone…” I pretended to shuffle around. “Hello?”

“Elizabeth! Vere are you! Your sheeft started ze hour ago!”

“Sorry sir, I woke up late. I’m nearly there… I can see the diner.”

“Your brozer is in ze car… vith you?”

Crap. Crap. Crap.

“Yes, I – he is – he needs something from a store nearby…”

“Do not let zis happen again, oui?”

“No, sir. I’m literally here.”

“Right.” And then he hung up.

Shit. I turned around and saw that Zayn had woken up. He was looking at me sleepily. “Where you going?”

“Work.”

He groaned, stuffing his face into his pillow. I clumsily searched around for my uniform in my wardrobe and when I found it, I scrambled to my bathroom and got ready. I rushed out, grabbed my phone, and then scanned the bedroom to see if I forgot anything.

Zayn was gazing up at me. “Can’t you just call in sick?”

“No.” I shook my head. “No, I can’t. I took the day off yesterday, I can’t again.”

He groaned again. “Go babe.”

“Alright, eat before you leave okay? There’s orange juice in the fridge, finish it. And your clothes are all over the place… Ask Ella for ibuprofen, she’ll give it to you. Try icing your eye for ten minutes, it looks like it’s swelling at the bottom.” I bent down and kissed him on the cheek and he smiled lazily. I ran out of the bedroom and grabbed my keys, heading outside.

*

I hurried into the restaurant. It was filled as usual; don’t take the crappy name seriously, according to the critics, Ben’s Diner is the trendiest restaurant in town.

Beats me.

I rushed behind the counter and into the kitchen and saw my boss yelling at one of the sous-chefs for undercooking the meat.

“Zo you realize you could’ve keeled someone vith zat deesguzting zing you call a zteak?”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry, I was busy with the wellington –”

“So you vere busy vith ze vellington… Doez zat make it okay? Are you ready to be murderer?”

“What? No sir! That was not my intention –”

“I zo not care vat your intention vas –” And then he saw me. I grimaced, ready for his rant. “Ah, Elizabeth. So glad you could join uz.”

“Sir, please let me explain –”