Veronica (not zarry)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Brooke's POV

I shift in bed but my movement is restricted by Zayn's hand around me. I shift under him once more and he groans. Gently I pry his hand away and get up. My phone suddenly starts buzzing. I reach over to get it, trying not to wake Zayn up.

"Hello?" I answer, tip toeing my way out of the small room.

"Babe where are you?" Harry's frantic voice reachs my ears. Oh shit.

"Um I'm at a friends place." I lie. Harry didn't like Zayn. If he knew I spent the night with him, he'd flip out.

"You're at Zayn's aren't you?" he hisses. I can almost see the scowl on his face.

"Stop assuming the worst always Harry. I'm at Angela's. I'll be back and talk to you." I warn him. Harry is no one to tell me what to do or not. I didn't even feel guilty for lying to him.

I stalk into the kitchen. "Okay. Be back soon. I'm already at you're apartment." he hangs up. I rummage through the draws trying to find a glass. I find one and fill it with water.

I tip my head back and empty the liquid into my throat. After I am done I look up and see Zayn standing in the threshold.

"Morning." he smirks and makes his way to get some water too.

"Hi." I mumble and hand him the glass. He refills it with water. He takes two aspirins out of a cabinet and pops them in his mouth.

"Whats with Harry?" he asks tilting his head towards me.

"He's just being irrationally paranoid as always." I cross my arms over my chest and huff petulantly.

"You shouldn't have lied to him." he shakes his head at me as he perches himself on the kitchen stool. "The main element in a relationship is trust."

"Harry and I are different. We are dating. But we don't follow the rules of dating. We play our own game." I point my finger, trying to express my point.

"So this is some kind of a game for you guys?" he raises his eye brows surprised.

"No! Gosh that came out all wrong!"

"Haha it's okay. I understand." he smirks getting off the stool as he made his way to the kitchen island. "So what would you like for breakfast?" he asks.

"Anything."

"Well then scrambled eggs with extra cheese coming right up." he winks as he swings a pan off the hook.

"Well how can I help?"

"Just by eating what I cook," he says and gives me a heart-racing smile. "Nah, I'm kidding. I'm not so sweet. Get me four eggs from the fridge." he winks. I roll my eye's and make my way to the huge refrigerator. I pull it open and there are at least three dozen oranges.

"Why so many oranges?" I turn around and red creeps up his neck.

"Aah...um I'm a huge fan of citrus. Now eggs please." he turns away from me as he greases the pan.

I walk over and give him his four eggs. Skilfully he breaks them open and empties the shell into the pan. "Now you can sit back and watch." he says while whisking the eggs.

"Well, I'd like that." I prop myself on the counter as I watch him. He meticulously works his way around and about the small island. He knows exactly what he's doing. He winks at me a couple of times too.

When he's almost done, I lay the plates on the table and pop four breads into the toaster. We both finish together and gather the food on the table. "Now that looks yummy." I compliment him.

"Now the toasts don't look too bad either." I playfully swat his shoulder. We sit down opposite each other. I grab two toasts and already dig into my breakfast. It's so good. The egg and the cheese he put is heaven.

He seems quite amused as he watches me eat, moaning due to the amazing taste. "Eat!" I point my fork at his food. He just shakes his head, a slight smile playing in his lips and he begins eating too.

We both are done and I place the plates in the sink. "I need to go to work," he says and stalks off into his room.

I have work too. Sigh.

"Make yourself at home." he shouts through his room and I hear his bathroom door close.

"I think I'll leave Zayn. I have work too." I enter in his room as I start gathering my clothes from the dresser. He pops his head out from the bathroom.

"You're leaving? Without a shower?"

"My house is just upstairs Zayn," I roll my eyes.

"Right, I keep forgetting. Thanks for staying the night." he gives me an earnest smile.

"Thanks for letting me stay. Now go in, I need to change." I say, he laughs and shuts the bathroom door. I quickly put on my last nights clothes and leave Zayn's shirt there. I didn't wear his boxers. I was wearing my underwear. His top was long enough anyways.

"Bye Zayn!" I call out one last time. I hear his muffled 'Bye'. I exit the little apartment.

I make my way to my apartment on the floor above. I open my apartment door and there is someone sprawled on my sofa. That person quickly gets up looking at me.

"Where were you?"

Shit. Harry. Double shit.

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