Uncradled Love *A Z.M. AU*

Chapter ten

Sarah's P.O.V.

"Yes, what would you like to have?" I asked the young couple holding hands sitting in our small bakery cafe.

"Umm...two lattes and two brownies." The guy spoke.

I wrote down the order on my little notepad and gave them a smile. I walked towards the counter and placed the notepad on it.

"Harry, two brownies and two lattes for Table 2." I yelled.

"Okay love. Got it." He replied and got busy in preparing the order.

I smiled, picked up my notepad and went to the other tables to get their orders. Yes, this was my new life. Away from my worries, away from my problems and away from my parents. I still miss them though. I blinked back the tears and got other orders.

Soon, the bakery got less busy and my shift time was coming to an end. After getting the ordres of one last table, I sat in one of the small booths drifting off in my own thoughts.

Louis and Niall tried to talk to me a lot of times but I never let them in. I know they wanted to talk about Zayn but I don't want to listen. I mean look, he never called or texted. Maybe because I changed my number. I even hadn't seen him in school since then. He clearly hated me. I was still the same with Waliyha, though. I told her that I've got a house and a job. She kept asking me the location but I never gave in.

At this very place, Harry was my only friend in this bakery, even when he knew nothing about my dreadful past. He is a fun person to be with. Yes, a little flirty but he has a word for ladies over thirty so no worries for me.

"Ms. Carter. Kindly move your cute ass up so that we can lock and leave the bakery." I heard a sarcastic British voice.

"Okay. Back off Styles." I groaned and got up.

I checked the key and mobile in my wallet and gave Harry a nod. Since, he lives a street down so he walks me to Ms. Watson's house every night just to make sure that I'm safe.

"Thanks Harreeeh." I hugged him tight once we got to our destination.

"My pleasure, Sarah Poo." He hugged back.

"See you tomorrow." I let go of him and entered the home.

"I'm home Ms. Watson." I called out.

"Welcome home dear." She replied.

"Would you like some dinner?" She asked.

"Umm...yes. I have rats running in my tummy." I answered cheekily.

"Oh. Change then. I'll set it." She replied.

I hurried upstairs to my very own bedroom, which was now full with my stuff. I quickly washed my face and chnaged into a loose white tee and simple black shorts with my regular home slippers. I tied my hair up in a messy braid and joined Ms. Watson for the dinner.

She was a lonely lady living alone in her big house. Her husband divorced her and married another woman after he came to know that she can't give birth to a child. Now, she treated me like her own daughter. And I found her the mother figure I've always wished for.

She handed me my plate of dinner which turned out to be Fettucini Alfredo with chicken. Oh, you can't even imagine how much I love that dish.

"Thanks. I love it." I expressed my gratitide to her.

"My pleasure. I know you do dear." She smiled back kindly.

The rest of the dinner was filled with discussion about today's bakery day which was very tiring.

After the dinner, I brushed my teeth and snuggled up in my comfy bed drifting off to a sleep filled with Zayn's dreamy dreams.

Yes, I admitted to myself. I love him.