Sex with benefit (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 20-Robber

Emma's P.O.V

I awoke to the sound of cabinets opening and closing. I groaned sitting up. I whimpered at the burning pain in my abdomen. Slowly standing up I walked to the kitchen.

Zayn was cooking.

That's new. His torso was naked, a pair of sweats hung loosely on his hips. Walking over to him I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Hi baby" I smiled. He smirked. "Morning babe, how'd you sleep?" he asked as he turned around leaving a small lingering kiss on my lips.

"Good, you?" I asked.

"Amazing"

I smiled. He turned back around flipping the bacon. Making it sizzle. "Smells amazing in here" I smiled sitting on top of the counter. "I made pancakes and especially for you I cut some fruit up" he grinned. "Really" I gleamed he nodded. I love eating pancakes with cut up fruit on the side. "God. your the best" I shrieked.

He chuckled. "I'll be back in about 30 minutes. I wanna go shower" I murmured. He nodded. "Hurry before your pancakes cool down" he called as I walked upstairs. "Okay!" I yelled.

Zayn's P.O.V

As I placed 4 sticks of bacon on my plate there was a knock on the door. I groaned turning the stove off. Walking over to it. I swung the door open. A grin immediately spread on my lips. "Hi Waliyah" I grinned pulling her into a hug. "Why are you always so happy to see me? I'm the better sister aren't I" she teased I chuckled. "Where's Doniya, Safaa and mum?"

"I came here alone, if you don't mind" she bit her bottom lip. "No no not at all. I'm making breakfast right now. Did mum give you my address?" I asked as I shut the door. She followed me into the kitchen.

"Yeah" she smiled. "Oh alright cool, erm do you eat fruit on the side of your pancakes" I scratched the back of my neck. "Of course. You know I love fruit" she chirped. "That's another thing you have in common with Em" I chuckled. "I really like her, she's so sweet" Waliyah grinned. I couldn't help but smile at the mention of Emma.

"She is really amazing" I smiled as I placed 3 bacon strips on a plate for Waliyah. "How many pancakes?" I asked. "Erm..2 should be fine" she nodded. Placing 2 on her plate with a couple fruits on the side.

"This house is beautiful. How much was it?" she breathed as I grabbed a plate for Emma. "Don't tell mum but 4.8 million" I mumbled. She nearly spit out her juice. "What? Why so much?" she asked. "George Washington used to live here" I chuckled. She laughed.

"Seriously?" she asked. I nodded placing 2 pancakes on Emma's plate. "Did you pay for everything or did Emma help?" she asked as I played more fruit on Emma's plate than I did on Waliyah. "I only let Emma pay $95,200. She's paying for groceries and gas also though" I nodded. "Damn, where do you guys get all this money from?" her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Language, and we've been saving. Her family puts $500 in her bank account every 2 months and I used money I had stored in my bank account" I shrugged. "Please Zayn you curse a lot more than me" she scoffed. "I don't like the fact that my 14 year old sister is cursing" I grumbled.

(A/n let's just act like she's 14)

"Hi baby!" Emma yelled coming down the stairs. How does she make her voice like that? She sounds like the little kids from Rugrat's.

(A/n if you search 'Meghan nahhman' on vine, you'll see what I'm talking about)

"Oh! hi Waliyah" Emma blushed. I couldn't blame her. She was wearing one of my shirts that were shorter than mid thigh. "Em...ill be back in a minute" she blushed walking back upstairs. I chuckled.

"How does she make her voice like that?" she laughed.

"I have no idea"

"So what're you two gonna do for for Thankgiving? California is so complicated. You'll be in a Northface sweater one day and a tank top In the next" she mumbled I chuckled. It's true.