My New Life With One Direction

Chapter 3 - Cook for Us

I’m so hungry. After I fully unpacked my things, I tip toed out of my room and down stairs. The boys were still on the couch watching TV. I looked my way into the kitchen, I sneaked in, immediately looking for the refrigerator. I felt like an illegal criminal. I opened the fridge and found a large plate of pasta.

 I put it in microwave for 2 minutes. After I sat down and waited felt like hours. Two beeps woke me up, telling me that my food is ready.  I get the pasta out, the seductive smell of pasta made me mouth-watering. I sat down at the table and immediately gigged in.

When I’m on my way to finishing the pasta, I heard sound of the footsteps, then the sound of door swinged open. Oh no… I froze in place, swallowed the last bit of pasta.

 I looked up slowly and realise the person already stood in front of me, looked down at me from above motionlessly. I showed him a brightest and innocent smile.

“You ate our lunch.” Zayn said coldly.

“Umm… I am sorry, but I was really hungry.” I said softly red faced.

“You ate our lunch.” He stared at me, giving me the poker face.

“I said sorry…” I looked at my thighs avoiding his gaze.

“Sorry can’t feed our hungriness.” He paused for a while, gave me a mysterious smile. “Unless… you’ll cook for us.”

“b- b- but I can’t co-.” I tried to explained

“No buts.” He stopped me and walked out the door quickly.

Ok. I tried to warn you, but you risked it.

“Wait!” I yelled from behind. He turned around looked at me confused. “You’ll eat everything I cooked yeah?”

“Yeah, I will.” he looked up at the clock in the kitchen and said “I want the food served in front of us in an hour.”

“Okay!  I chuckled. “And don’t come in, because if my cooking process was interrupted, it will taste bad.” I giggled mischievously.

He looked at me like I am a maniac escaped from a mental hospital, then closed the door behind.

Hmmm… so what should I cook? I scanned the ingredients inside the fridge and on the cupboard deciding what I should cook. I stopped as I saw a pack of pasta lay on top shelf.

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“What is that?” they looked at me in surprise as I served the food in plates in front of them.

Unknown food looked like black coals laid plateful in front of them. They looked in their own plate in disgust.

“I guess its stir fry?”

“Chicken?”

“Beef?”

“Hmmm… rice?”

“Sausage..?”

I put my head down in disappointment as each of them took a guess of what it is.

“It’s pasta.” I finally announced.  They looked at me unbelievably.

I coughed softly. “Don’t judge the food by its cover, try.” I looked at them hopefully, my eyes shined with excitement.

“I need to go to the toilet.”

“Louis, I’ll come with you.” called Harry from behind catching up to Louis.

Two people left their seats.

I then gazed at the rest of the three. All of them looked away from me avoiding my gaze.

“Try.” I said gave them an amused smile.

They finally tried the food in their plate, then run away as fast as wind from their seats towards the bin, and spatted the foods out.

Do they really taste that bad? I thought deeply.