Crystals

~Genevieve~


Both the girls have left and I knew where they were. Greer had already confessed her attraction to Liam and it wasn't hard to figure out that Harry and Kaia had a thing. So I figured I would take the time to give myself a full tour of the house. It was huge. There was a basement that doubled as a wine cellar and an attic filled with antiques. The dining room was amazing. Unlike anything I've ever seen. I had no idea why Kaia felt the need to have these things. She did have a taste for medieval-ish things. Strange girl. Looking at the dining room inspired me. I wanted us to finally have a home cooked meal in the dining room like real ladies. Instead of ordering takeout and eating in Kaia's room. I decided I'd make us chicken Alfredo and a light Greek salad on the side. Maybe even some brownies for dessert. But we didn't have the necessary means. I'd have to go get some groceries in town. I didn't mind. Kaia left the r8 behind. I wouldn't mind taking a little spin in that.

I finally got into town and I was looking at fresh meats asking for the butcher to cut me some chicken breast. However he was French and clearly struggling to understand my English. Thankfully I had a few tricks up my sleeve.

"Poitrine de poulet s'il vous plaît. Troit pièces." I smiled at him. He nodded furiously and smiled as he went to wrap up my chicken. I was looking at the pastas on the shelve next to the fresh meats. Suddenly an unfamiliar voice was speaking to me.

"Pas si souvent que vous voyez une belle fille ici." A hoarse, deep, admittedly sexy voice spoke. I laughed without turning to them,

"I speak English you know." I said while choosing a packet of pasta. He laughed.

"Of course you're bilingual. Bilingual and beautiful." He added while the man behind the counter gave me my chicken. "What are you making? Cream, mushrooms, butter, pasta and chicken. An Alfredo?" He questioned and I finally turned to face him. He was beautiful. He had dark thick hair and soft looking skin. He had deep chocolate eyes and a bit of stubble on a defined jaw. He was wearing a long coat but the tattoos on his hands gave away that he had more. Damn he was gorgeous.

"Is this what you do? Harass girls in other languages about what they're cooking? Is that how you get laid?" I questioned staring into his deep eyes. He laughed.

"No, no. The other language was purely because I thought you were French." He answered simply.

"And the harassing me about what I'm cooking?" I said crossing my arms.

"I was curious. What can I say? You're just so beautiful I had to ask." He said with a shrug. I shook my head. Why did he think I was beautiful?

"So do you have a name to go with that face?" I asked him while looking at him up and down.

"Right, right. I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik"

Notes

Translations:

chicken breast. Three pieces please.
not so often you see a beautiful girl here.

what do you guys think? I know I've been Mia but what can I say? I'm back and I'm better lmao