Zayn's Maid

Chapter 32

Zayn's P.O.V

I came back from the studio to find Perrie sprawled on the barroom floor, her cheeks pink and hot.

"Perrie?" I said, falling to my knees beside her.

She groaned quietly and reached her hand out to me, squeezing it as tight as she could.

"Zayn...?"

"Fuck Perrie!" I cried, "were you trying to give me a heart attack you little shit?"

I laughed softly and lifted her head up, noticing how she clutched her stomach.

"Gonna...be-"

She lunged towards the toilet and spewed everywhere, her body trembling all over. I pulled her hair back and sighed, looking away from her as she cried. She sat back and wiped her face with the back of her hand, glaring up at me like it was my fault.

"So...your ill?"

"Yeah, just a bit," she said dryly.

I laughed softly at her and pulled her to my chest, rubbing her back gently.

"My dodgy cooking?" I laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and kissing the nape of her neck.

"Yip," she whimpered.

I lifted her and carried her through to the bedroom, tucking her in so tight she couldn't move.

"Zayn!" she cried, struggling under the duvet.

"No, sick little girls have to stay in bed," I stated, holding my finger up to her.

She huffed and pouted frustratedly as I sat a bowl of mints and a bucket next to her.

"I don't want mints, I want food!" she moaned, "I want cake and ice cream and chocolate-"

"Glad to see you've still got your appetite," I said, slipping out the room and raking through the freezer.

I found a tub of Ben and Jerry's, taking two spoons up to her bedroom. She grinned excitedly and grabbed the tub off me, taking a spoonful and groaning happily.

"So...good..."

I was lucky to get a mouthful as the ice cream was gone in seconds, Perrie sprawled on the bed and patting her stomach appreciatively. I noticed a smear of ice cream on her lips and licked it off, kissing her hungrily as I only got a smidge of ice cream. She made a little whimpering sound and tucked her hands under my armpits, scratching my shoulder blades. I moaned and slammed my hand against the mattress, squeezing the sheets as lust twisted my gut. She was ill and she didn't need this right now...no matter how bad I wanted to.