Accidentally in Love // z.m

Eight

"No wait!" I called after him. I did not want him leaving thinking there was something going on between me and Harry. He stopped and turned to face me, hand on the door and a slightly disappointed look on his face.

"Come in mate, we were just messin' around. Did you know Sahara's really tickilish?" Harry mused walking towards Zayn to do their little bro hug. I hugged him too but it was a little awkward and short. "Um, I'll get your things, hold up." Harry jogged up stairs, leaving me with Mr. Awkward. We were both just standing there near his doorway and you could feel the awkwardness penetrating your soul. Not a good enough reason to use the word penetrate. (A/N: pitch perfect quote)

"So," I said rocking back and forth on my feet.

"So," He repeated.

"Last night was fun." 

"Yeah it was until you took off." He said bluntly, without making eye contact with me might I add. Shiet he noticed that.

"Ugh yeah, I was starting to get a head ache so I thought I should go home." I lied, but I wasn't going to tell him the real reason. The lame one that involves his girlfriend making me feel like shit. He just nodded, clenching his jaw. I hated the fact that he could look so hot even when he was uncomfortable. 

"Stop it." I said and his eyes snapped up to meet mine.

"Stop what?" He said confused.

"Stop being awkward right now, nothing happened." 

"I'm not being awkward! I have no idea what you're on about." He shook his head and I narrowed my eyes on him.

"You sure as hell know what I'm on about. Nothing happened between me and Harry just now." 

"And why would I care?" He said sharply, oh pahleeese.

"Because your jealous." I said smugly folding my arms and he looked taken aback.

"Of what exactly?" 

"Of my bod." I stated matter of fact-ly and he laughed. Finally, normal Zayn is back. 

"You wish." He laughed and I punched him. He rubbed the spot and tried to frown with out smiling at me but failed, miserably. Just then Harry came back down stairs with Zayns shit. "Thanks bro. Well I should get going, Perrie wants to go to dinner." He didn't seem too excited.

"But its only 2. Chill with us for a bit!" I suggested, what weirdo eats dinner at 2pm???? Perrie. Zayn looked conflicted, he wants to stay I can so tell. "Come on, just for an hour, you'll be home in time for dinner, aaand I'm in the mood to bake some cookies. Haz you got the ingredients?" I said turning to Harry who magically had a banana in his hand and was munching on it. He shrugged,

"Pobabi" He said, his mouth filled with mushed banana. I made a disgusted face and walked towards his kitchen. 

"Zayn you're staying!" I called back as I began looking for the ingredients. I heard muffled laughter and murmuring. Soon the two of them were sitting by the island and eating the choc chips I had found. They kept throwing them into each other’s mouths and getting chocolate all over themselves. Idiots. I was so tempted to throw a Panadol in their mouths whilst they weren't looking but I had no idea where Harry kept those.

"Stop eating them, that's all I have to make these!" I moaned, hitting their hands with a plastic spatula and moving the packet away from them. I turned around to pull out a mixing bowl from the cupboard below the bench and I felt something light hit my ass. As I was bent over I looked through my legs at the two of them. "You did not just throw a choc chip at my ass." I said seriously and Zayn burst into laughter, leaning over the table and clutching his stomach as Harry mischievously moved the packet of choc chips away from him and looked away. Not suss at all. "Fine, you know what? MAKE YOUR OWN COOKIES BITCHES" I declared before storming out of the kitchen. Just as I walked passed them Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Noooo, stay, we want cookies." They both pouted, giving me those deadly ‘puppy dog’ looks and I had the urge to grab Zayn's face and kiss him I mean what no I didn't he is engaged. "Only if you help me make them." They agreed so I forced them to wear aprons. And yes I did tweet them wearing it. The baking started off looking good but soon enough Zayn spilt flour on Harry and it turned into a massive flour/choc chip/butter yes butter, food fight. We were all completely covered in all of the above and we were still going right up until I slipped on some butter and fell flat on my ass. "Owwwwwwwwww!" I groaned in agony as my ass throbbed from the pain (oo-er) and the boys just laughed at me. I didn't have the energy to get up and my ass was vulnerable so I stayed seated on the floor and began picking off choc chips from my clothes and hair and eating them. "You're a mess!" Zayn commented.