BAKERY BOY | zustin ✔

Chapter 4

Dedicated to lamedelaney my internet twin who I'm turning into a Zustin shipper.

I have no idea if this chapter is gonna be any good. I've been really tired this past week and now it's starting to get to me. Blame it all on the rain.

Prison Break's last episode was on. I am happy-ish with how it ended.

We can all agree we hate Zayn's step-mother. Enjoy!

Words: 1150 (It's short, I'm sorry. It was suppose to be longer.)

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Z A Y N

I made sure I got up extra early the next morning. The sun wasn't even showing signs of rising. I must have fallen asleep with my clothes on so I just stretched and shoved my feet into my shoes before walking up the stairs.

My cheek was throbbing lightly and I really wouldn't be surprised if it had a bruise on it.

I walked out of the hut and to the chicken coop to grab the fresh eggs and made sure to put some fresh feed down before walking into the bakery and starting a few fresh loaves of bread. I decided to just start making breakfast in there.

After it was all done, I gathered the loaf of bread and eggs to take back into the house. I could hear my parents and sister getting ready to come down and I quickly placed the eggs on their plates and sliced them each a perfect piece of bread. I then poured some water into their cups and walked back outside to the bakery.

I did not want to be in there when they finally did get up. My stinging cheek was enough reminder for me to not forget them while I worked today.

The sun had finally came up fully and was shining on my back. Just what I didn't need today, the bakery sat directly in the sunlight and it would be hot the rest of the day.

I pushed the thoughts away and walked in, adjusting the few older loaves of bread on the counter before plopping on the wooden stool behind the counter.

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"Hello Zayn!"

I looked up and Drew was standing there with a smile on his face. I bit my lip and tried to turn my head so he wouldn't see my bruised face but I was too late.

"What happened? Was it your parents?" He had a deep frown on his face as reached over the counter and grabbed my chin, turning my cheek to him.

I just nodded and adverted my eyes elsewhere. "Would you like to buy something?"

He gave me a confused open-mouthed look but nodded. "Sure, give me some bread and your highest quality pig and cow."

I raised an eyebrow but nodded and started walking to collect the meat. I wish I knew how he had all this money. The meat was wrapped in some clean cloth and I carried it back out, laying it on the counter.

He was counting shillings and pence. He had a handful of each. I ignored it and told him the amount and pocketed the money he handed to me.

"So, why did they hit you?" He leaned on the counter, eyes locked on my face.