Zayn's Maid

Chapter 5

I ran up the stairs in a mood, chucking the pillows on Zayn's bed to release my frustration. Cleaning his room gave me time to think, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. The more I thought, the more guilty I felt for leaving Jade. I smoothed out his sheets and placed the cushions back on neatly, turing round to find him staring again. Everywhere I look, Zayn. Everywhere I turn, Zayn.

"Would you quit following me?" I said, shoving him out of the way to make my own bed.

Obviously he followed to irritate me.

I ignored him and got on with my work, making my bed look equally as good as his. It made me feel sick every time he examined me when I bent over to fix things in place or pick something off the ground. I found the massive store cupboard by myself, spraying polish on the slick black fireplace and making it shine. He stopped me as I went to mop the floor in the fancy kitchen, the marble island needing a good wipe.

"Zayn what do you-"

"Do you really think I want you to clean?" he asked, laughing at my apparent stupidity.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

He pushed me against the dining table, pulling my thighs apart. I could feel the tight knot in the pit of my stomach forming, making me feel nauseous. His hands reached up my frilly skirt, lifting me up onto the glass surface.

"Zayn..."

"Mhm?"

He was busy sucking at my neck, pulling my hair gently.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like?"

I pushed him away, hiking my skirt back down irritated. I wished he stop being such an arrogant pig.

"Stop touching me!" I cried, sliding off his table and wiping it with my cloth.

He groped me, squeezing my bum tight. I gasped and whipped him with a towel, making him laugh.

"I just wanted to introduce myself properly," he said.

"Exactly. You don't even know my name and your already trying to get into my knickers," I muttered.

"Where are my manners?" He cleared his throat, offering his hand to me,

"Hi, I'm Zayn from Bradford."

"Perrie," I said, whacking his hand away.

"I knew that. Okay can we fuck now?"

"No!"

He pouted sadly, leaning against the marble island.

"Don't you like m-"

"Nope."

"Most girls would be throwing themselves at me by now," he said.

How modest.

"Well I'm not most girls,"I said, giving the table one extra scoosh.

"Ouch," he said, strolling over to the fridge and pouring himself an orange juice, probably spiked with a shot of vodka judging by his many tattoos and piercings.

My stomach rumbled, I hadn't had anything to eat since Thursday.

"You hungry?"

I nodded, watching him rake through the cupboards. He bit his lip due to the low amount of food he had, brushing a hand through his perfectly quiffed hair, "McDonalds it is."

I grinned, I had never been to McDonalds before as we had been strictly forbidden to leave the orphanage quarters. I ran off up stairs to change before he could follow me, I couldn't bare the awkwardness of him staring at me in the buff again. The staff in McDonalds probably wouldn't appreciate seeing me strolling in wearing this ridiculous maid costume.

I pulled on my simple long sleeved t-shirt and jeans, slipping into my converse which I had stolen from a younger member of staff at the POG.

He grinned at me when I met him at the front door, feeling almost tomboyish with my hair tied back in a ponytail.

"I probably look odd to you wearing normal clothes," I said, rolling my eyes at his skin tight jeans and checked shirt.

"I'm not complaining," he smirked.

I frowned at him and he pinched my cheeks, ushering me towards the car as if I would sprint at any moment...which had been my plan all along. I had to get away from this groping-perverted-tattooed alien.