My Childhood Love

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

-----Christa’s POV-----

---Morning---

I woke up to the sound of commotion coming from the kitchen. I could also smell the sweet chocolate chip pancakes being made by our one and only chef, Harry.

I threw my covers off of me, which landed on our blue carpet, and I shoved my freezing feet into my cozy bunny slippers as I walked casually over to the kitchen.

I walked through the doorway to see one giant, idiotic bunch of teens. Liam was scarfing down about three pancakes at once while trying to text, which just made his phone very sticky. Lyndsey and Niall were having a syrup drinking contest. Louis was making a pancake mask. Harry was pouring cups and cups of chocolate chips into a pan, making one big chocolate mess (and I don’t even want to know why). And Morgan was jamming to a song on her IPod, while madly licking the sticking syrup off her fingers. I rolled my eyes, at my friends.

“Good morning Christa!” hollered Harry from the stove. I smiled back at him, and took a seat next to Niall. Louis then put his pancake mask on and chased Morgan around the kitchen until he caught her and she licked some syrup off his cheek "romantically". I smirked at them, as they fell on the floor laughing. Harry brought a fresh batch of pancakes over and plopped two on my plate, “eat up!” he grinned.

I began eating, when a thought occurred to me, where’s Zayn?

“Hey guys, where is Zayn?” I asked to everyone. They all looked at me, and shrugged their shoulders, “probably still asleep” Liam said smartly. I pushed my half eaten plate of pancakes away from me, quickly washed my hands, and then headed upstairs to find Zayn.

When I got to my room, I knocked on my pale white door. twice I felt kind of silly knocking on my own bedroom door. I waited patiently, but there was no answer. I slightly opened the door, only to see my messy, messy room, and an empty bed. I got really worried. Maybe he hated me, and ran away? Maybe I really hurt his feelings yesterday, and now he wants nothing to do with me! I ran down the staircase making a loud pounding sound, and spun into the kitchen.

“Guys, he’s not there!” I panicked. Everyone looked up at me with no interest. “He’s a grown man, he’s probably just…out, he’ll be back,” said Louis. I focused on the watch on Liam’s arm, it read 7:13 “At 7:13 in the morning?” I protested.

Morgan glanced over at me; she could tell I was super worried. Besides, she knows how much I love Zayn. “Uh, maybe we should just try his cell” suggested Morgan. Harry nodded and started dialing his number on the house phone.

We heard his cell ringtone from the living room. This was bad. I dashed into the living room and grabbed his cell, what could this mean? When I turned around all my friends were there, now they also looked worried. Liam, being the one to always know what just to do, said “Come on, let’s get in the van and go looking for him”.

“It’s still dark out though, how are we suppose to see him?” asked Lyndsey. She had a good point. Morgan opened up the cupboard nearest to the fridge, and grabbed out two flashlights. We all nodded, and headed to the front door.

“Uh…maybe a few of us should stay here. Just in case he comes back,” suggested Liam. What a smart boy.

So, Niall, Lyndsey, and Harry stayed back at the house, while the rest of us all hopped in the van. Louis sat in the driver’s seat, Liam in shotgun, and Morgan and I in the middle.

Louis pulled out of the drive way and I impatiently turned on my flashlight and shined it out the car window.

“Where exactly am I suppose to go?” asked Louis.