Unethical

Chapter 25: Meeting

"Babe!" Adam's voice rings into my ears, waking me up.

"Mm." I sort of groan at him through my sleep.

"I want to say goodbye to you before I leave to work. Wake up babe!" He starts shaking me.

I open my eyes and find him kneeling in front of me.

"Bye." I pout my lips out for him to give me a peck. He does.

"Supposedly there was going to be a heavy storm coming in later." I watch as he speaks.

"Oh really?" I'm not really listening.

"Yes, please be careful baby." Adam kisses my forehead, before his phone begins to ring.

He pulls it out of the pocket of his pants and slides it to answer. As he speaks, I watch how laughable he becomes.

"Okay bye." He whispers, pushing the phone inches away from his face. I only smile, notifying him that I heard. Then just like that, he leaves.

Stretching myself under the covers, I thank God for a new day. Picking up my phone, I realize it's only eight. Ugh, I'm not one to wake up this early. Trying to decide if I should go back to sleep or if I should get up, I end up getting up. There is no way I'll be able to fall asleep anymore.

Changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a long sleeve white shirt, I put black Vans on, then step into the restroom to wash my face and teeth. Brushing out my hair, I finish up and make my way out of the bedroom. That's when I'm reminded of today's plans. Harry's party!

Rolling my eyes a bit, I then make my way downstairs. No one is up yet and the kitchen is empty. Since I'm not hungry yet, I make my way through the long hallway connected to the kitchen and enter the laundry room. I begin separating the dark, colored, and white clothes to wash them separately. Since there's so many people in this house, there is quite a pile of clothes. I'm not going to be living in Anne's house without helping out and she actually has a lot to do around here.

Once I've put the dark clothes to wash, I go back to the kitchen. I open the fridge doors and check for food that's been sitting here for a while and throw it out. I make sure to fix up all the other things that aren't raw or out of date. As I do this, footsteps are heard to approach into the kitchen place.

I have a feeling that I know exactly who it is. But I'm wrong once I turn to glance and find Zayn standing behind me.

"Goodmorning Emms." His voice is raw and he's still scratching the sleep off of his eyes.

"Hi Zaynie." I throw out raw strawberries.

"What are you doing?" He takes a seat around the kitchen island on a stool.

"Cleaning out the fridge. You hungry?" I ask him, facing him. Even sleepy, his eyes are still so pretty.

"Not yet." Zayn coughs a bit.

"Zayn you have really pretty eyes." I say as I admire. I think my cheeks redden. Not because I'm flirting, but because what I just said will probably make him think that I'm only checking him out. I'm so weird!

"Thank you Emms, so do you!" He smiles so cutely.

"Not even." I huff as I turn around and keep cleaning the fridge.

"Yes you do!" He argues.

"No Zayn! Compared to you, no one has pretty eyes." Zayn laughs, pulling his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender.

"Well that makes me feel special." He rubs his chest.

"You are special! You're my brother, remember?" I smile at him.