Fifty Shades of Malik.

After it all.

I woke up laying all on Zayn. I had my legs wrapped up in his and my head on his chest.

I went to move, but Zayn's arm was wrapped tightly around my waist. I managed to get out of his grip slowly and got up. I hissed lowly from being sore.

I basically wobbled downstairs into the kitchen and saw some lady cleaning the counter.

"Hello." I said smiling at the lady. The lady jumped when she saw me and smiled.

"Hello, you must be Elena." The lady said.

"Yes, what's your name?" I asked, walking to the counter.

"Mrs.Peterson, but you can call me Kelly." Kelly said smiling.

"I would like to cook breakfast." I said, opening cabinets to find things.

"I can cook up something for you." I shook my head,

"No, I can do it. Please relax a little, if I need some help I'll let you know." I said pulling out the pancake mix from one of the cabinets. Kelly nodded and walked off.

I looked around and saw a sound system station in the corner. I walked over and saw an iPod already hooked up to speakers. I looked through the music library and found 'Lose My Breath' by Destiny's Child. I played it and wondered why it was on Zayn's iPod.

I started heating up the pot dancing around as I was mixing the pancake mix. I looked in the fridge and saw eggs and orange juice. I pulled it all out and set it on the counter.

I flipped the last pancake still moving my hips to the music. I broke two eggs onto the pan and flipped them. The song finished and I placed two more eggs on the pan and went to change the song. I turned and jumped when I saw Zayn leaning against the wall.

"Holy shit!" I said, grabbing my chest.

"Sorry, I was just watching the dancing going on in my kitchen." I laughed,

"I was just cooking and listening to music." I said lowly.

"I never even knew that song was on there." Zayn said looking at his iPod.

I went back over to the eggs and took them off of the pan. I placed a plate out for Zayn and separated the food.

Zayn grabbed two glass cups and poured orange juice in them.

"Where are we sitting?" I asked placing the last egg on Zayn's plate.

"We can sit here at the counter, if you'd like." Zayn said pulling out a stool. I nodded and placed the plates in front of two stools. I found the syrup in the same cabinet the pancake mix was in and made my way back to the counter.

I sat down and put syrup on my pancakes and started eating. Zayn ate his and looked up at me.

"How are you feeling?" Zayn asked, looking down my body.

"I'm fine, you? I know that last night was a big thing for you too." I said, still eating my food.

"It was okay. I am not used to it, but I slept extremely well last night." Zayn said truthfully. I nodded and finished my food.

I cleaned my plate and my mess I made in the kitchen. Zayn stood up and placed his dishes in the sink, so I cleaned them and placed them on the dish rack.

"You know I have workers for that, right?" I nodded and shrugged,

"I don't care. I like to clean up after myself. I can cook and clean perfectly fine without workers." I said truthfully.

"You are one complicated woman, Ms.Hart." I shook my head and pushed in my stool.

"I'm not complicated. I just like things done my way and you like things done your way." I said crossing my arms over my chest. Zayn smiled and turned away thinking I didn't notice.