Zayn’s POV
“What are all of the girls doing in the kitchen?” Louis asked, as we heard them singing.
“All I wanna be
All I ever be
Yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you.”
“Um, I don't know. I don't think I want to know.” Niall responded.
“All I wanna be
All I ever wanna be
Yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you.”
“It’s really out of tune.” Niall pointed out.
“Everybody’s trying to be a billionaire.”
“Someone should check on them, off you go Zayn.” Liam instructed. I sighed in response and ran to the kitchen before they did any damage.
“But every time I look at you I just don't care.”
Jamie saw me and grabbed my arms, swinging them around and smiling while she sang out of tune with the music playing too loud.
“Cos all I wanna be
All I ever wanna be
Yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you.”
She threw my arms in the air and turned around back to her friends.
“Yeah you
Yeah you.”
“What are you guys doing?” I asked.
“Um, what are you not doing? That is the real question.” Codie responded quickly, earning hi-fives from every one of the girls.
“Seriously though, what are you actually doing?” I asked again.
“Singing obviously, duh.” Jamie answered, swinging her arms in time to the music.
“And checking how much food you have.” Elysse added.
“You’re running out.” Clarisse stated.
“Like, ‘you’re gonna starve within the next two hours’ running out.” Codie explained further.
“Not even kidding.” Amelie agreed.
“Well, then, we’ll have to find people to do some food shopping.” I stated, walking back to the boys. “Whose turn is it to go food shopping?” I asked them. They all pointed to me. Damn it. “Jamie! Come with me! We’re getting food!”
“Why do I have to go?!” she shouted back.
“Because you can choose some of the food!” I responded.
“Do those choices include chocolate and nutella?” she asked, walking into the lounge room.
“If you want…”
“Damn, I am in.” she walked towards the door. “We are taking your car, right? Yes? Good.”
***
“Ffffffooooooooooooooooooooooooodddddd!!!!!” I watched as Jamie ran, screaming, into the supermarket.
“Oh god.” I tried to pretend that I didn’t know who she was, walking at a very slow pace, with my sunglasses on. I hoped no one would recognise me, but this was not helping my case.
“Hurry up babe!” she shouted, facing me. Shit. Now people know that I was with her. I sighed as I picked up the pace of my walking. When I got into the store, she had a shopping trolley out and was walking straight to the first aisle. “Hey, could you push me around this place? I have no idea where I'm going.” She asked, before she jumped into the trolley anyway.
“Sure, I don't see why not.” I started pushing the trolley, and she started grabbing everything she could reach and put it in the trolley in front of her. “Do you even know what you’re getting?”
“No, can’t say that I do.”
“Well you grabbed black liquorice.” I told her. She looked at the bag in her hands, and I could tell her expression just twisted into something hideous.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwww.” She held the liquorice bag over the side of the trolley, and dropped it on the floor. “Not a problem anymore.”
“Jamie, behave for god sakes.” I said, picking up the bag and putting it back on the shelf.
“Why in the name of heck would I behave?” she asked, turning around and grabbing a packet of sour lollies.
“Well, for one, if you want all of those lollies you would probably have to.” I answered, returning to a trolley that was practically a quarter already full, and we had only been down the lolly and bread aisle.
Instead of going down other ones I went straight to the freezer and chiller aisle. I abandoned Jamie in the trolley next to the ice-cream as I went to get cubed cheese. What brand should I even get? That design of the packet looks familiar…
“Zayn…” I heard Jamie’s voice trail off.
“What?” I asked, a little annoyed.
“Help.” She stated simply. I turned and found her stuck. Her foot looked like it had slipped inbetween the wheel bars and the trolley’s basket, one leg was still in the actual basket part, which was keeping her upright. I sighed as I walked back to her and put the cheese in the trolley.
“Do I even wanna know how this happened?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around her middle and lifted her up, her foot coming out from between the bar and the basket part. I stood her up.
“Well, I was just trying to get out of the trolley. It didn’t end well.” She explained simply.
“I believe that.” I said. “Hey, there might be a special on nutella.”
“Why did you not tell me this earlier?” she asked.
“I don't-” she ran off. “-know.” I sighed as I started pushing the trolley by myself. I went to the aisle that had the nutella, and found Jamie trying to grab it. It was on the top shelf, but every time she tried to grab it, it went further back.
“Shit.” She said as she reached for it. “F*ckin shit.” She said as she reached again. “Piece of shit.” She tried again. “Shit on me.” she just managed to get her fingers on it, but pushed it back. “F*ck a bag.” I decided that I should probably help her now. I didn’t make a sound as I pushed the trolley a little further, and stood behind her, with one hand on her waist. Her back was right up against my stomach as I reached above her head for the nutella. She kind of froze, then relaxed.
“I wanna get the nutella.” Jamie stated, obviously realising it was me.
“Well then.” I grabbed her waist and picked her up. She squealed before she reached for the nutella. I put her back on the ground carefully, but her feet slipped out from underneath her.
“F*ck another bag.” She said as she hit the ground. “Oh, oh, oh!” she reached far back on the bottom shelf that she was at eye level with now. I just stood, watching her. “There is always a window of light in a tunnel of darkness.”
“What have you found?” I asked.
“Only the holy grail of nutella.” She said as she pulled out a massive jar over the size of her head of nutella.
“Holy shit, we are not getting that.” I told her.
“But why would I want to get that-” she gestured to the jar that looked like an ant in proportion to the other one. “-when I could get this?”
“You’re leaving in two days.” I said.
“And…” she trailed off, wanting to know what my point was.
“You won’t be able to eat it all.” I told her.
“There are five girls. This will be gone before tomorrow, especially if we watch an emotional movie tonight, which we probably will.” She said, practically winning the argument. Well, she put the jar into the trolley anyway, and threw the tiny jar back.
Jamie’s POV
“What are you doing Zayn?” I asked as he was dragging me to my bedroom. If this was another one of his attempts at getting laid, it wasn’t going to happen.
“Just come with me.” he instructed. I sighed as I heard wolf-whistles from the other boys back in the lounge area.
“Why?” I asked again.
“Because I want you to have a shower, then put on the clothes that are on your bed. Then Louis will bring you to the house we’re staying at, I have stuff planned.” He gave me an explanation.
“Okay, now I have an idea of what's going on.” I stated. “Now, what are we doing?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” I heard him say before the door to my bedroom closed as he left me in a deafening silence, all by myself. Damn it.
“What is he going to make me wear?” I asked no-one as I looked on the bed. There, looking innocent was a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and one of his good jumpers. My favourite one I like to steal. He wants me to wear his clothes? I looked at the piece of paper next to it.
Hey there babe,
Even though you knocked me out with a hairdryer yesterday, I'm still going to be nice and go with my original plan that was for last night. Anyway, you could probably keep the jumper, since you wear it more than I do.
I hope you like spaghetti, because that’s what I'm ordering- I mean cooking right at this moment in time. If you're reading this…
Veronica xoxo
God damn he has some interesting hand-writing. When did he have time to write that anyway? I sighed again as I realised that he wouldn’t even cook tea for me. Let me rephrase that, he couldn’t cook tea for me.
Soon after that I was walking into the boys house, following the candles that were lit on the ground in little glass vases. When I walked into what I'm fairly sure was dining room or something, I found roses everywhere and even more candles. He had really gone all out.
“Babe, you know that I have this feeling that the entire place I going to catch on fire with this amount of candles.” I stated.
“Oh, hey, I didn’t see you there.” Zayn said as he put two plates piled with spaghetti on the table. “But nothing will catch on fire. I’ve been planning this for ages, and nothing will happen that shouldn't. Your seat madam.” He pulled out the chair for me, and as I sat down, he pushed it back in.
“You know, for once you don't smell like cigarettes.” I stated my observation.
“Thanks, I do try.” He said in response, looking at me like I should be seeing something here.
“I did realise that you didn’t buy any when we went shopping today, if that’s what you’re looking at me like that for. And I’ve also noticed you haven’t really had any that I know of since I’ve been here.” I told him my other observations. He nodded his head.
“Good, I wasn’t sure if you had noticed.” He laughed. We started eating the spaghetti and had finished it not too soon later. “Um, I’ve been thinking.”
“That’s a bit dangerous don't ya think?” I said while laughing.
“Yeah, a little…” he trailed off, not seeing the humour behind it. He left silence hanging awkwardly in the air. He sighed. “How are we going to work later on? Like, how would we…”
“You’re thinking about our future?” he looked straight into my eyes and nodded. “Sweetie, we’ll take life as it comes. We’ll figure it out when we have to worry about it.” I answered. I saw the look on his face. “What are you so worried about? I'm not going to cheat on you.” I assured. “And I trust that you won’t cheat on me.”
“No, I wouldn’t even think of it.” He said. Sometime later we were lying in bed, me in one of his shirts as pyjamas, him only in boxers. He was already asleep, and I just lay there listening to his soft snores, unable to turn around and look at him since his arms were so tight around my waist.
That was when I heard my phone go off.
From; Dickhead of an ex:
Hey.
I ignored the text. I was not talking to him, ever. He should know that. That lying, deceiving, cheating bitch.
From; Dickhead of an ex:
I miss you babe xx
My breath shook at that. Why was he even texting me? Should I tell Zayn? Should I ignore it? I have not been in this kind of situation before. Well it can wait until morning because I'm shit tired.
But what do I do?

Notes

A/N:
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What will Jamie do?
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Will she text back?
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