She's Not Afraid

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE MALL SCANDAL

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE MALL SCANDAL

"Hey, wake up! Your breakfast is not going to eat itself, you know!" Liam knocked on my door like a deranged person that he is.

What the? It's only like... 6 AM!

And I'm used to waking up late.

Anyway, I forced my body to get up even though I still wanted to sleep.

When I made my way to the kitchen, there was nobody else there except for me and Liam.

"Where the hell's everyone?" I rubbed my eyes groggily.

"Still sleeping." He simply replied.

"Then why the hell did you disturb me from my sleep?" I crossed my arms.

"Only because I can." Jeez, this guy's starting to piss me off.

"And where's the food?" I stared at the empty table.

"You don't expect to stay here for free now, do you?" He asked cockily.

"No one ever mentioned there was a rent." I said in an as a matter of fact tone.

"You're helping me with breakfast starting today. No, wait, I just changed my mind... you go do it yourself." He handed me his apron.

Why is he being so mean to me so early in the morning?!

"I refuse to be treated like this! I'm no Cinderella, you cold-hearted control-freak!" I threw the apron back to him rather roughly.

"What's all this commotion about?" Zayn suddenly appears from behind me... with just his boxers on.

"Stop shouting at Cher, Liam." Harry also enters the kitchen, shirtless.

"All your shouting just made me hungry." Niall enters the picture.

"I hear you, bro!" Louis came in last.

All four of them barely had anything on which was very inappropriate and disturbing.

How am I supposed to get used to this every morning?!

I diverted my eyes on Liam's Superman shirt since he seems to be the ONLY conscious person when it comes to his body.

I think I know of a way to dodge these guys... especially Liam.

"You know what, since I've decided not to make any breakfast at all, I'm going to the mall to shop instead, chow!" And with that statement, I stomped back into my room but fell asleep in an instant, the moment I landed on the bed.

The mall can wait until noon.

*AT THE MALL*

"I don't understand why you have to dress up as a guy." Zayn ended up coming with me since he had some 'errands' to run to and simply because he had a car.

"I thought we weren't speaking?" I had to ask.

"Yeah, whatever." He just shrugged it off.

I wore a 'My Chemical Romance' black parade t-shirt, a baggy cargo pants and my black and white sneakers.

Oh, and how can I forget my 'Rap God' cap that was given by Eminem?

I actually tucked my long hair into the cap just so I could pass as a guy in the media's eyes... clever, I know.

"I need to buy some boxers." I stated seriously.

"What for?!" Zayn asked.

"You don't need to know..." The real reason was that I wanted to try having one of those 'Calvin Klein' boxers that makes ordinary guys look hot when they're shirtless like in the commercial.

Strange urge, right?

"Fine. I know where you can buy the best brand..." He deliberately took my hand in his and led me inside the 'Penshoppe' store.

I want Calvin Klein, damn it.

He carefully picked up a couple of boxers with the best designs and then handed them all to me.

"Uh, don't you think this is too much?" I whispered on his ear for the sales lady was eyeing us very intently.

Must be one of his fans.

"It's okay, I can just wear the ones that you don't like that much..." He whispered back into my ear with his body pressing against mine a bit.

"Hey, isn't that Zayn Malik of One Direction?" I heard someone say from behind us.

"What's he doing acting all intimate with a guy in the underwear section?!" Both of us spun around and saw two fat guys in their thirties who were carrying cameras with them which could only mean one thing: PAPARAZZI.

"Run." Zayn quickly grabs my hand once again then we started running for our lives.

Okay, you know what's worse than being chased by a bunch of fangirls?

Being chased by two fat middle-aged men who makes a living out of chasing celebrities and singers.

"Thanks to you, I might end up on the news as a homosexual." He said in between breaths.

"Well, at least I'm a good-looking boyfriend!" I boasted.

At the corner of my eye, I thought I saw him crack into a smile.

"Come on, we still have some groceries to do..." He never let go of my hand.