Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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Walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to face Amanda may have been one of the hardest things for me to do, ever.

The expression she had on her face when I turned into the white tiled kitchen was utterly indescribale, but here I will try. Her jaw, needless to say, dropped to the floor and quickly popped back up to were she bursted into laughter and held on to her stomach and forcing her head back. "You almost got laid! And I was there as a witness, you know, I knew there was something up when I called your name twenty times and you didn't answer."

"I didn't almost get laid." I stalk over to the counter and poke at the biscuit dough that has been prepared. "What are you baking?"

"Cinnamon rolls, I thought we could treat the guys to something nice, you know besides sex." She winks and I roll my eyes.

"We weren't going to have sex." I try to convince but she just sends me a look and lets out a tiny laugh.

"Yeah, and my cooking sucks...which it doesn't so wipe that sly smile off of your face and pass me the butter." She says and I hand her the stick of butter; Zayn's shirt fits loosly around me as I walk to the other side of the counter and start to roll out dough, even though I have no idea what I am doing.

"What should I make? Or assist you with?" I ask her and she wipes under her eye, I don't think she realizes but she just wiped over and ounce of white flour on her face.

"I have cinnamon rolls in the over baking right now, but that's desert." She hums and looks around the kitchen. "Don't mess with that dough I'm just going to freeze it, but we need to cook a chicken and make a salad."

"It's two in the aftenoon, why are we cooking?"

"Because, this is sort of our home and might as well make it as special as possible," She smiles and starts to clean up the flour. "Plus, chicken and cinnamon rolls really puts Clyde in the mood to... do what you and Zayn were doing."

"Yes Amanda, you know I don't even know why I didn't admit to you that Zayn and I had sex that was mindblowing!" I yell sarcastically and wave my hands in the air.

"Okay you're still a virgin, you were supposed to say mindblowing sex not sex that is mindblowing." She laughs and I look at all the seasonings she has brought out for the chicken.

"Why did you even call me out here? I can't cook." I laugh and lean against the cold counter.

"Okay, so my aunt usually goes out to Amsterdam every year for a week; next week. But, she goes because her career and her friends from her work like to visit the Anne Frank home and other things to get a new aspect on the meaning of life, for no reason at all." She coughs into a napkin before continuing. "I was thinking that we would spend the next week in that pool and in the big house, because she will be gone along with her little maids."

"You really think that's a good idea? What if she comes home early?" I ask.

"We will swim at night, and only night so the neighbors don't see us." She motions to the neighbors that you can see out the crack in the blinds, of whom the neighbors are hosing down their flowers.

"Are you sure? I don't feel to good about that." I try and hide the fact that she is making ideas that could potentially get us caught.

"We'll be fine."

"Need I remind you that if we get caught your ass is the one riding the line, we have nothing but you still have people who will force you back and I don't want that to happen because-"

"What the fuck is wrong with you Trish? Oh my god I just want us to have a little bit of fun." She yells and throws the knife on the counter, not a hard throw since her hand is like two inches from the granite.