Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Ten

Sky's POV

When I woke up I was back at Zayn's flat and I was in his comfy bed. I stretched and popped my back then made my way down into the living room. Zayn was in the kitchen cooking something and he didn't have a shirt on, but I wasn't complaining. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he looked over his shoulder to see me.

  "Good mornin', Sky Baby."

  "Mornin', Zaynie."

He smiled and I peeked over his shoulder to try and see what he was cooking. It looked like tacos or something. I stole a piece of meat and popped it into my mouth, luckily, it was cooked all the way.

  "Wanna help, babe?" He asked.

  "Sure. What can I do?"

  "There should be tomatoes and a head of lettuce in the fridge. Can you cut those up?"

I nodded then made my way to the fridge and I opened it to see barely any food in there. I grabbed the tomatoes and the lettuce then closed the door. Zayn grabbed a knife from a drawer then a cutting board from behind the toaster. He placed it on the counter space next to the stove and I started cutting the tomato first.

  "Wanna listen to some music, Sky Baby?"

  "Yeah, sure."

Zayn placed his phone into an iHome and put shuffle on. Favorite Girl by Justin Bieber came on first, but I changed it to Let Me Love You by Mario. Zayn started singing softly with his phone, then all of the sudden, he started singing in a loud voice.

  "You should let me love you 
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need 
Baby good love and protection 
Make me your selection 
Show you the way love's supposed to be 
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you," Zayn sang, on key and everything.

I would glance over at him and he would still be singing. I couldn't help but smile at this weird boy. People are way too fast to judge him, if they don't know him, then why even say he's "bad news" or "troublemaker"? I know he's hotheaded, but he isn't "bad news" or a "troublemaker", he is actually a nice guy under his scary outside.

  "Sky Baby!!" Zayn whined, breaking my train of thought.

  "Yes?"

  "You didn't take your medicine this morning."

The bottle was in his hands and I grabbed it. I shook out two pills and popped them into my mouth. I went to the tap to drink some water to help the pills go down. I don't know what to expect from the medicine, but I don't want to be bland and boring from this medicine.

  "How long do I have to take the medicine, Zaynie?"

  "I don't know, Sky Baby, however long it takes."

I sighed and started cutting the lettuce as Zayn drained the meat. Once he did that he added some more spices and such then stirred it. He put the stove on low heat then walked behind me and placed his hands over mine, helping me cut the lettuce. My hands were shaky so it was getting a little bit hard, but with Zayn's help it was easier.

  "Thanks," I whispered once we finished cutting the lettuce.

  "No problem, Sky Baby," he said whilst kissing my neck.

I smiled then he walked to the fridge to get some tortilla shells. There were some paper plates already set up and I put a spoon into the meat so it would be easier to scoop out. I made a taco whilst Zayn made two. I wasn't really hungry.