Be Mine ~ Zerrie ~

Chapter 22

(I update this again, because the end wasn't there in the beginning, so for the ones who already read this, skip until the last end, because from there it's new)

Perrie's POV.

I wake up, by smelling pancakes. That's weird, because I still feel Zayn's arm around me, and I still feel his warm breath tickling against my neck. He's still asleep.

But who's downstairs, if it isn't Zayn? It can't possibly be Waliyha, because I guess she's asleep too. And Safaa doesn't even know how to make pancakes. Are his parents home? No, they wouldn't be here till next week. Okay, this is a little bit creepy...

I decide I should see who's downstairs by myself, instead of laying here thinking of who it can be. A serial killer, a burglar.

I slowly get out the bed, trying hard not to wake up Zayn. I put on some baggy pants I bought a couple of days ago with Jade. I walk downstairs, and the smell is getting stronger. Just when I'm about to step into the living room, I realize I have nothing to defend myself with. I grab the first thing I see. A wooden figurine. Well, that's good enough.

I step into the living room, and now, when I'm closer, I also hear noises. They're coming from the kitchen. Of course they are. If the person is making pancakes, he or she wouldn't do that in the living room. Smart Perrie, very smart. I silently open he door of the kitchen, and suddenly there appears a young, fragile girl of my age. I didn't see this coming, so I scream. And she screams. It's weird, because she seems no threat or something, but I'm still screaming.

'CAN YOU PLEASE STOP SCREAMING SO LOUD?!' The girls shouts. I suddenly stop screaming, 'You're waking them up.' She smiles.

Suddenly, I start to laugh, and she laughs too.

'Perrie?! Is everything okay?!' Zayn asks from upstairs, and I can hear the worry in his voice.

'Yea, I'm great!' I yell back.

'Alright.' I hear him mumble, and with that he probably goes back to sleep. I turn back to the girl.

'I'm sorry, but may I ask who you are? And what you're doing here?' I ask. She giggles.

'Oh, I'm sorry! I'm Jesy Nelson.' She introduces herself.

Jesy Nelson...

She's the girl that gets bullied by being fat. I personally think her body is amazing, but the popular people don't. They're probably just jealous.

'And I'm your maid here, in the weekend.' She adds.

Maid? Who did ask for a maid?

'Why?' I ask, 'I'm sorry, I didn't want to be rude.'

'Oh, that's okay. I'm here because Mr and Mrs Malik wanted a maid, and I needed the money.' She says.

'Oh that's... Great? I guess?' I try. Wow, this is awkward...

'Uhm, yea... Can you tell me with how many persons live here?' She asks, 'I already know they have a son and three daughters.' She adds.

'Plus me and minus the one daughter. She moved out, just before I came here. Their son is my boyfriend.' I tell her.