Princess Diaries 2 (One Direction Zayn Malik fan fiction)

Chapter 4 : Lunch with Bro-King

Chapter 4

“Babe! Mark texted me and said he wanted to have lunch. Is it okay if I go?” I asked.

“Of course! It’s your brother. You have to at least bond!” He approved and placed the eggs on my plate.

“Whoa, I thought you’re just going to make me cereal?” I shockingly said. I didn’t know he cooks!

“Let’s just say this boyfriend wants his bae to have a better breakfast.” He said and sat beside me.

“Bae? Where did you learn that?” I laughed. This ‘bae’ thing is starting to get trendy now.

“Fans. They even have this AF abbreviation thingy.” He said.

“Oh really? Wanna tell me what this AF means?” I asked. Jeez, what’s with the words today?

“I don’t want you to know. You’ll start to use it on your twitter and snapchat.” He started eating. I pouted and ate breakfast also.

Minutes passed and I’m still eager to know this AF thingy. Me, being the techy teen, I searched google about it.

“Hey, no phones on the dining table.” He said.

“Aww, are you mad af?” He turned his head on me and raised his eyebrows.

“You searched it didn’t you?” He laughed.

“I got curious!” I defended.

“Okay now miss defensive, what do you want to do for the rest of the morning?” He started washing the dishes.

“Errmm, I think I just wanna rest. I’m still tired from our trip the other day.” Really, that trip from Bradford tired me.

“Okay. I’ll just finish washing these dishes and I’ll meet you at the living room.” He smiled and focused back on the dishes.

I went inside the living room and turned on the TV. I watched a little bit and just left the TV on. I was scrolling through Twitter when Zayn joined me in the living room, lifting my legs and sitting on the other side of the couch with my feet on his lap.

“Okay. I’ve wanted to talk about this with you.” He said. I gave him my full attention because I know this is serious. I signaled him to continue.

“Are you okay with the hate you’re dealing with?” He asked.

“Uhm, yeah. It’s fine with me as long as they don’t involve my family and my royal status.” I said honestly. Although it does bother me, I don’t want to tell that to Zayn. It’ll only make him feel worse about not being a “good boyfriend.” He is great but he keeps on telling himself that he’s not so I don’t want to worsen that thing.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m sure Zayn.” I smiled at him.

My phone suddenly beeped.

From: Mark

You better get ready now. I’ll pick you up at 11.

I looked at the clock and it’s already 10:30.

“Look, I got to get ready. Mark’s picking me up at 11.” I kissed his cheek and went to the bedroom. I picked my clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.

I got out of the shower and wore my “Royal” shirt and some jeans. I decided to wear a jacket and uggs since it’s cold outside. I placed my hair into a side braid and didn’t bother to do make-up. Mark will just scold at me for wearing it with no occasion.