Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

~Chapter 30~ Spending Time

Today was my first day back at work since Christmas. Zayn surprisingly woke me up early enough to get ready. I was just putting the finishing touches on my hair when I heard him yell.

I walked out into the kitchen and sat down on the bar stool to see him placing two muffins on plates. "Breakfast is served." He placed one plate on the island in front of me.

I took a look at it and shook my head. "I'm really not in the breakfast mood." I explained.

He pushed the plate closer to me. "Hey, I put a lot of effort in making you this breakfast." He claimed.

"Zayn," I started. "you put two muffins on a plate. That is not effort." I blurted.

He shot a look at me. "Well I thought you would enjoy us having breakfast together so we could 'spend time'." He put his hands up. "But you just can't appreciate."

I smiled and walked over to him. "You have plenty of effort." I kissed him softly. As I pulled away, I grabbed the muffin and took the biggest bite of my life. "See, I appreciate." I tried to say. Crumbs flew out of my mouth while I nearly gagged from all the food in my mouth. I cupped out my hands to spit out the regurgitated muffin. I held my hand out, placing it in his face, giving the "want some?" look.

He laughed. "And you think I'm weird." He stood up

"You are weird." I sneered.

Zayn wrapped his arms around my thighs and lifted me over his shoulder. "What was that?!" He yelled.

I began to laugh. "I said that you were weird!" I screeched. I watched my hair dangled below me as I felt the blood rushing into my head.

He began to spin me around. "You wanna play bad ass, huh?" He asked.

I continued to laugh. "Yes! Now please put me down." I begged.

He rested me on the counter top. I quickly got down and started to clean up the mess I made. "So what time are you going out today?" I asked.

"I'm not going out today." He said.

I sulked. "The one day I go back to work you don't have to go out. What are you gonna do all day?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, maybe I'll masturbate, watch some Tv, and take a nice, long, unnecessary shower." He claimed. "Isn't that what you do?"

I playfully punched his arm. "Before you go jack off and use all the hot water, do you mind driving me to work first?"

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~Hours Later~

Zayn was right on time to pick me up this time. As he walked through the door, the clock struck 6. It was already dark outside, but the mall was still packed.

I had a few more customers until my co-worker came to take over. I gathered all my stuff and headed toward a very smirky Zayn. (I have no idea of that is even a word, but idc)

I didn't think anything of it. I had to face it, the boy is known for always having that seductive smile played across his face.

I took a grip of his hands while he walked me out of the building.

As we reached the bike, Zayn surprisingly lifted me by my waist, placing me on the seat. He took my bag, putting it in the trunk.

I gave him a skeptical look. "Why are you being so......nice?" I asked. I thought about everything that has occurred today. He "made" me breakfast, walked me into work today, and now he's helping me onto the bike that I needed no help on? Something had to be going on.