Zayn's Maid

Chapter 31

Perrie's P.O.V

The bed felt empty so I rolled over, expecting to feel Zayn's skin on my fingertips. Nothing.

I opened my eyes slowly and smiled to myself, two red poppies tied with black ribbon placed neatly on his pillow. I picked them up, sniffing the petals appreciatively and laughing softly to myself. The room was still and quiet...too quiet. He must have went out for something.

I sat up and scanned the bedroom, ruffling my messy bed hair. There were white arrows stuck to the wooden floor and I wrapped the throw round me excitedly, wondering what they would lead me to. I slipped along the corridor and down the stairs, the arrows taking me into the kitchen where they ended at the dining table. A plateful of ready-made pancakes lay perfectly in place along with a drizzle of syrup and berries, my stomach rumbling. I knew he couldn't cook but they looked surprisingly appetising.

I sat down and sighed happily, smelling them just to be sure he hadn't spiked the syrup with secret drugs to make me super horny. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing...

I was too busy eating my breakfast to notice the note that Zayn had left me, the amount of kisses he had left in his spindly writing catching my eye.

Hey babe,

Management called this morning and looks like the brake is over. Had to go to the studio to start going over the lyrics for our next album. If I had a say in anything I would be with you right now probably fucking you against the table, but anyways... ;) See you later baby

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I laughed to myself and went upstairs to get changed, planning to find a bus somewhere and go into town. Luckily I still had some of the money Zayn had given me left.

I struggled to pull my jeans on, my stomach feeling bigger than it originally had. Must have been those pancakes. A strange feeling brushed over me, my body breaking out in a cold sweat and my stomach churning inside me. I sprinted to the bathroom just in time and spewed all over the place, my body retching over the toilet.

"Fucking pancakes!" I cried, my hand slamming against the wall with frustration.

I hadn't been sick since I ate the dodgy porridge at the POG, which I never ate ever again. What was wrong with me?

When it finally stopped I sat back against the bathtub, the feeling of being stuffed now filled with emptiness. I had never felt so horrible before, my head felt like it was going to fall off it was spinning that much and never mind the stench of vomit.

I washed my mouth out and stuffed a handful of mints down my throat to make me feel slightly fresher. I ran the bath hoping it would calm me down after the sudden sickness bug...or possibly food poisoning. It felt good slipping into the foamy bubbles and boiling hot water, a jolt making my stomach ache again from the intense heat.

I couldn't wait till Zayn got back to slag off his terrible cooking skills...but he didn't actually cook the pancakes? So...what else could it be?