Marked (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

CH 8 room-what?

We were outside my house. The ride home was extremely quiet, no one said a word to another, he just sometimes looked at me and smiled. I didn't knew if i should be scared or not. Why would he even say something like that.

"Are we going to stand here forever?" Zayn said out of the blue and then I realised that I was standing outside the house and had been starting at the door for a long time.

"Come on in." We entered the house and he went straight to the kitchen and opened a drawer, I just kept looking at him. He turned to me and asked if I had any Nutella and I just replied with a no. But he didn't moved aside, he stood there staring at me and swear to God I felt like my nose just grew a little.

"Are you sure?" Why on earth is he questioning me? And damn Candice stop staring at his face.

I just nodded, I was too dumbstruck to even say anything. He raised his eyebrow and that actually make me question if he has done his eyebrow?

He opened the top most cupboard which was in the extreme right. He actually stood on his toes and his shirt lifted a bit and I could see his back a little bit, I would be lying if I say I never had dreams of touching it. I cannot believe I just thought that.

There were pulses and flour in the cupboard and at the extreme left was a steal jar with the tag carrot, he took it out and I held my breath. He opened it and took out Nutella.

"Care to explain what this is?" He asked and leaned on table. I rushed towards him "How do you know where it was?" I started jumping and tried snatching it from him but he just held it on top of his head and I was literally rubbing my body over his.

"I know you better then you think I do," he whispered in my ear and I stopped jumping. I could feel his breath on my ear and that made me dizzy. He slides his hand on my waist and my heart started beating at the speed of light. "Nervous," he whispered again.

*ring ring* I heard his phone and I pulled myself back and went to the drawing room. I didn't had the courage to look at him.

"Hello," he said in his same old tone and started opening the bottle of Nutella.

"Yeah I am with her, yup home. Okay. Cool." He didn't even bother telling me what he talked about after he hung up. I don't know if he should have or I am just being stupid.

"Get dressed will you?" He shouted from the kitchen and I went straight to my room.

I took out a few pjs and few tops but I couldn't take my mind off Zayn, like how on earth does he know where I hide my food and why was he so... So cheesy in the kitchen?

"Let's leave," I said when I entered the hall. He was just siting on the sofa and licking his finger cause they had been inside the Nutella bottle.

"Are you done?" I asked and crossed my arms.

He just nodded and then he stood up. "Lovely," he said while he glanced at me.

"You have something on your face," I said pointing a finger towards it.

"Lips? Nose? Eyes?" He replied in sarcasm. I never knew Zayn was capable of that.

"Nutella," I replied.

"Clean it." I just stood there glancing at him. Like what on earth did he just said?

"You heard me, clean it," he repeated and my legs automatically started walking towards him, someone needs to teach them a lesson.

I was close to him but not so close. I mean I was still like half a foot away from him. I lifted my finger towards his lower lip and made an arc with my finger, rubbing the Nutella off. He slips his right hand on my waist and held me close.