Kidnapped! (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chapter 35:

I wake up and sizzling is heard from down stairs. I smelled the pancakes before my other senses noticed their presence. The homey smell of frying butter reached my nostrils and assaulted my brain with mouthwatering images of fluffy, warm goodness. I walked into the kitchen to see Zayn's back facing me, frying pancakes and humming a familiar tune, unaware of my presence. I snuck up behind him and snagged a soft piece of heaven off the platter stacked deep with the round, tan things. "Hey you can't do that!" Zayn turns around running after me. I run off into another room and hide behind the couch, holding my breath so he doesn't hear me. I stuff the pancake in my mouth so I don't make any laughing or breathing noises that can give me up. Two large cold hands are placed on the sides of my stomach and I'm lifted up then positioned in bridal style in his arms. "You already stuffed it in your mouth? The whole thing? Those are some pretty big pancakes." He winks.

"Shut up!" I say, food still in my mouth. I hit him on his shoulder.

"Is it bad that i still find it attractive when your mouth is stuffed with food and you're talking with your mouth open?" He asks. My eyes go wide, and I swallow the rest of the pancake in my mouth.

"Maybe?"  He laughs and I laugh along with him. His laughter is so contagious.

"You still hungry?" He asks. Still carrying me bridal style into the kitchen.

"Yeah!" I smirk. He sets me down gently and smiles uncontrollably.

"You better hurry and eat up ! Once the boys wake up there will be no pancakes left." He laughs, signaling me to the cabinet to get a plate.

I grabbed a plate and retreated with my prize towards the syrup. After slathering the still steaming treat with liquid sugar, I gingerly cut off a bite and lifted it towards my mouth.

Pure bliss.

The first flavor to unfold on my tongue was the sweetness of the syrup, quickly followed by the delicate, buttery flavor of the pancake itself. The coolness of the syrup and heat of the pancake complemented one another perfectly and only served to bring out the subtle flavor of the pancake itself. I scooped up another bite to replace the one which was quickly dissolving in my mouth, and then another. Before I knew it, all that remained on my plate was dribbles of syrup.

"Can I have a couple more?" I asked. Realizing how big of a pig I sounded. It's not my fault though.

"More? You already had 6 and they are huge pancakes." He laughs.

"Just three more." I beg.

"Only for you, my princess." He grabs my plate, places three more pancakes on it then gets on one knee, and holds the plate of pancakes out for me. I snatch them and he laughs again. He gets up and kisses my forehead. I missed him a lot more than I have expected. His presence is just so heart warming. A stack of pancakes remains on the counter. I haven't took a bite of mine yet, but I'm attempted to grab the whole stack of pancakes and run up to my room. This baby must be hungry!

Zayn sits across from me and watches me eat. Instead of letting this get awkward I ask how he slept last night. I forgot he was a vampire.. It almost seemed as if he was human.

"I don't sleep." He reminds me.

"I know sorry I forgot. What do you do when you stay up all these hours." I ask.

He smiles. "You're gonna think I'm a creep."

"I won't." I smile.

"Okay, well I always watched over you. Even when you were younger." He admits "that's why you were always scared of the dark because you always felt as if someone was watching you and you were right. You already had powers that you didn't know of at the time. Do you remember anything of your parents? All the things that happened?" He asked.