Sold ~ A Ziall Horlik short story

Chapter 5 ~ Day one, searching for clues

Chapter 5 ~ Day one, searching for clues

~Niall's POV~

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I'm not alone. Strong arms are wrapped around me and I'm snuggled into warmth.

I flutter my eyes open and see Zayn's face.

He stayed with me.

A small smile crawls onto my face. I slept good for once. Could it be because Zayn stayed with me? 

His arms do feel save around me. I can't help but like the feeling.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door and it opens soon after. James appears in the room. 

"Wake up, Niall. It's 9 am and your fist day to go and search for clues." He smiles, but then his eyes fall on Zayn laying with me in bed and his mouth falls open.

"Oh, did you remember already? Did you..." He trails off, but I know what he was going to ask.

"No and no." I respond. 

James frowns. "What happened then?"

I sigh and start explaining. 

"I had a nightmare and apparently, he heard me screaming. He came to comfort me, but we fell both asleep I guess." 

James smiles. "Okay." Then he pushes in a cart. "I brought you some dinner." 

On the cart is the most extensive breakfast I've ever seen. There is a whole basket full of bread and another one filled with fruit. Then there are some pancakes and another plate with eggs and bacon.

My mouth falls open. "That's all for me? How am I suppose to eat all of that?" 

I always survived on one piece of bread for a whole day. 

James shrugs. "You can share it with Zayn now he's here." Then he winks and walks out.

Weirdo...

Slowly I sit up, trying not to wake the sleeping man next to me, but of course no such luck. 

I hear him groaning and he opens his eyes half, trying to block the light out.

"Morning, master." I say quietly.

Zayn groans and sits up too. 

"What did I tell you about calling me master?" He says with a sexy morning voice. 

"I'm sorry, Zayn." I correct myself. "It won't happen again.

The dark haired man smiles and smiles when he sees the breakfast on the cart. 

"Oh, breakfast. Yum. James is a really good cook." Zayn stands up and puts the breakfast on the bed. "You should really try his pancakes."

I nod and look up at my owner. "I can't eat all of this." I say.

Zayn smiles. "We'll share."

I manage a small smile and nod in agreement. Zayn sits down next to me and picks up a piece of the pancake. He brings it to my mouth and I eat it. 

Woow, It's really good. 

Zayn must have seen that on my face when he says. "I told you so."

Then we continue to eat, Zayn feeding me a piece of food from time to time. I actually start to feel a bit comfortable in this new mansion. It might just be the owner who makes me feel welcome.

~*~

I'm walking through the house on this moment, looking for clues.