Moving Forward

Seven- Close Call

The next day, I awoke to the sound of sizzling bacon. I immediately got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Zayn, making breakfast. He had his shirt off, and the band of his boxers peeking out from under his black skinny jeans. I couldn't help but stare at the tattoos covering his back and arms. He had head phones in, so I assumed that he couldn't hear me.

"You made breakfast?" I asked shyly, not really expecting him to respond, given he can't hear me. He didn't even react, just flipped another pancake. "Damn..." I whispered to myself. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. And almost right after that, my phone vibrated.

I'm sending Agent Liam over to check on you. He'll be there at 8:00 am ~dad

Shit! I looked at the time, 7:59. Crap. No time to get him out.

"Zayn!" I spoke louder, causing him to whip around in shock. "You need to hide!"

"W-what? I don't-" He Stuttered, a response.

"Just do what I say, I'll explain in a minute! Get in the pantry." I said, pushing him in just as the door bell rang.

"Who is-" Once again I cut him off.

"Just be quiet, or I am so dead!" I shout in a whisper.

I walk over to the door, and open it crossing my arms in an 'i-don't-care' way. "You must be Viora-Drayon. Hello, I'm Liam."

"Just look in the fridge to make sure I have food, and check in my room and the halls for burglars, or what ever you do. And hurry up, I am busy making breakfast. So show yourself around" I snap. I hate how my dad treats me like a child, but expects me to be able to live by myself. I hurry back to the kitchen to continue making the breakfast that Zayn started. I couldn't help but glance at the pantry door, and hope that my voice was loud enough earlier for him to understand that I'm being checked up on.

"Hey, have you had any friends over recently?" Liam asked, coming into the kitchen. I flipped the pancake onto the plate next to it.

"No, why?" I ask casually.

"Because I found a guys jacket and shirt in your living room." He said, matter of fact-ly. Shit.

"Oh. Yeah, that's my friends boyfriend's jacket. He dropped her off for a while and changed into his work clothes here, we had a girls day. He must have forgotten to bring them home.

"So, am I right to assume that the second plate is for me? Or are you hiding your boyfriend in the pantry?"

"Don't be so ridiculous! I don't have a boyfriend. And I'm making the extra for tomorrow morning so I don't have to cook every morning." I scoff, throwing the now empty pan in to the sink. And finishing the bacon.

"So that's it? Pancakes and bacon? No eggs?"

"No, I don't like eggs. I thought my dad told you everything when he assigned you as my 'babysitter'?"

"Yeah he did... So, if no one's in the pantry you won't mind me getting out some cereal?"

"There is none. I don't eat breakfast... often." I added, quickly.

"Oh, is that why you forgot about the eggs in the microwave?" I froze. He made eggs in the microwave!?!

"Uhhhh..." I didn't really have a response for that. "Must've um, must have been left overs from my friend. She likes to have them as a snack." I tried, but I knew that I was caught.

"Your friend. What's her name?" He smirked. Suddenly I was furious. He knew! He just enjoyed watching me squirm...

"None of your business! Now get the fuck out before you need a doctor because I am not afraid to use this knife." I said, holding up the sharp object. "I am sick and tired of my dad and his work. So he can suck it for all I care. Now get out!!" I was not really gonna stab him, I just wanted to scare him away.

"Sure, I'll leave, but just so you know, your dad will be hearing about this. And you'll be in big trouble." He said. He took one last look at the pantry door. "You can come out now, boy. I'm leaving."

Thank goodness Zayn didn't come out then. Once Liam was out of the house I watched out of the window to make sure he was gone.

"Okay, Zayn, he's gone. Sorry about that."

"It's all good. I found your donuts." He mumbled, exiting with a donut in his mouth.

"Hey! Those weren't cheap!" I scolded, jokingly. "You owe me."

"Yeah right. That's what you get for shoving me in there on such short notice. And by the way, next time let him find me. He obviously knew I was here. It'll save you from having to come up with creative lies. By the way, that last one sucked!" He laughed, taking another bite.

"Whatever." I chuckle. "Thanks for making breakfast, but I don't eat this early in the morning."

"Seriously? It's the weekend. It's like 8 o'clock. It's not early, we get up at like 5:30 every other morning. Besides, if I don't eat right when I get up, I am either really cranky, or I fall back to sleep."

"If I were to eat right now... I'd puke." I sighed. "So, since you're staying, what do you want to do?" I took a drink of water to wake myself up.

"I'd like to take you out." I almost choked.

"Y-you what? Are you serious?" I couldn't believe how blunt he was being about it.

"Haha, well if I wasn't serious, I wouldn't have asked, now would I? I may be a jerk, but I don't play with people's emotions like that, babe." He called me babe! Eek! "Well?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure, why not?" I try my best to act casual. "Where did you want to go?"

"My place."

"But you said you wanted to take me out?"

"Yes, but did I specify that out meant outside? It could just mean out of this particular house, or the situation. But either way... I need clean clothes. Come on." He held his hand out for me to take.

Next thing I know, I'm out the door crossing my yard to his place.

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