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The Cardinals improved to a 4-1 record last night. And apparently Zayn had taken Harry's challenge of getting two touchdowns for two kisses because he went out and scored two touchdowns. For which Harry rewarded him very well with a full on make out session in front of the bleachers directly after the game.

But today, Zayn was back at Mr. Nash's house again. He'd just finshed chopping all the logs he didn't get to finish last week.

"Saif, you've done well." Sam said, handing him a bottle of juice. "Your mother must be a really nice woman for always allowing you to spend time with me even though she's never met me."

He shrugged with a smile. "I think she's just glad I have something to do on the weekends and that I can make money doing it. Plus she works some weekends too and she thinks it's better for me so I don't get in any trouble while she's away."

"Well, I can't disagree with that. There will be no trouble as long as I'm here."

Zayn opened his juice bottle and drank it. It was strawberry kiwi flavored and it was so refreshing.

"Mmm. This is really good, Mr. Nash. Thank you."

"Please, Saif. I've told you before. You don't have to be formal anymore. Please call me Sam. I like that better. It's more personal. Next time you call me Mr. Nash, I won't answer you."

Zayn mentally scoffed. The last thing he wanted to do was get on a personal level with this man. But whatever...

"Okay. Well, thanks, Sam. This is delicious."

"I'm glad you like it. You know... I was just thinking too. You come here every weekend to do work for me. I know I like to make you snacks but I should start buying things to keep in the house for you so you can have them whenever you'd like. What do you like?"

Zayn paused. Wait... Mr. Nash- Sam wanted to buy things to keep in his home for him? He never expected him to say that. "Um... what?"

He took the magnetic grocery list down from the refrigerator and took off the pen. "What do you like to drink and snack on? What are your favorites?"

Zayn was having a hard time processing this. So all he got out was "I... um... I like cookies."

"That's all?"

"Um..."

Sam chuckled then put the pen and pad back on the refrigerator.

"Alright, I'll tell you what. Let's get in the car and go to the store. I need to get some shopping done anyway. Maybe you'll see something you like. How does that sound?"

Zayn sat frozen.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm still paying you for this too. Come on. I'll put on my shoes and we'll go."

When he left the kitchen, Zayn slowly screwed the top back on his juice bottle. Today, he came here to chop logs and get paid for that. He did not expect him to offer something like this. Nevertheless, he still got down off the stool and went with him.

The store wasn't too far away from the upscale neighborhood, so minutes later, Zayn found himself walking inside with Sam.

"Let's see. I need more onions. We should head there first and if you think of anything, just let me know."

They made their way to the produce section, the whole time with Zayn keeping quiet and trying not to draw undue attention to himself. If he was going to kill this man later, it probably wasn't a good idea to be seen in public with him like this.

They went on shopping for a while, with Sam filling his basket with things he needed. Then finally after he was done, he stopped on the snack aisle.