Diana - Zayn Malik

Chapter Eight

Natalie's POV:

        We were finally in the kitchen, and I stared in shock. I bit my lip, not wanting to make a total fool out of myself... again. How could I have said that out loud earlier?! Ugh, I'm such an idiot! Zayn made his way towards the pantry. Ugh, he probably thought I was a freak. I walked behind him, and stood, watching from behind his shoulder. I played with my hair as I watched him, my stomach rumbled. I blushed hoping it wasn't loud enough for him to hear. He opened the door to the pantry and walked in. Yup; walked. In. My mouth, once again, dropped. My stomach churned seeing all this food. 

        He turned around and grinned nervously, his hair was now swept to the side of his tan face. "Yeah..." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "It's big because Niall loves eating... a lot. Plus, there's five people living here. Soo..." I nodded, saying nothing in return.

        "Soo... uhh." He shrugged, he was so awkward. It was cute. I liked it... "I'll make you a sandwich-" I giggled. I would expect a girl saying that. "Wh-What? Did I say something..?" He asked, confused.

        "No no. It's nothing. Just-" I stopped, not wanting to say the stupid thought out loud, "Heh, a sandwich sounds good." I nodded. I'd literally eat anything at the rate of how hungry I was.

        He tilted his head, looking a bit confused, but shrugged it off. "Okay. We have ham, turkey..." He continued the list of what types of sandwiches he could make, "Nutella-" My eyes shot up, people always said Nutella was good.

        "Um Nutella would be alright... p-please." I asked, looking down at the baggy shirt that was blanketing my naked body.

        "Oh, okay." He grabbed the handle of a drawer and grabbed a spreading knife. I flinched, father had nearly killed me with one of those. I was still scared by knives. No matter what type of knife it were to be. I was afraid...

        "Hey, um. Where's your bathroom?" I asked sheepishly. I needed to get myself together.

        "Oh, just turn right into the hallway. It should be the second door to your left." He licked his finger, getting the excess Nutella off.

Zayn's POV:

        "Thanks." She blushed. her beautiful hair fell into her big creamy eyes. She was absolutely stunning.

        I nodded and watched her exit the room awkwardly. She's so beautiful- Dammit, Zayn. What are you thinking?! Bloody hell, you have a girlfriend already!!! I frowned at myself. I then placed a fresh piece of Whole Wheat bread onto the one covered in Nutella, and set the knife on the marble counter of the kitchen. I sighed and pulled out the buzzing cellphone in my pocket. I unlocked it and my eyes widened. My hands quickly balled into tight fists. My eyebrows narrowed and I felt a sudden weight drop directly onto my chest. "No . . ."