Humane: (Adjective) having or showing compassion or benevolence.

(Raisa’s P.O.V)

“It’s too late…she is gone…it’s too late she is gone,” he started to sob and here I am dumbfounded by what just happened.

“Zayn…everything is o.k….. come on mate…let’s get you back inside,” I went up to him and rubbed his back. I never in a million years thought that I would be comforting this dude. As much as I don’t like his guts, I am still human enough to feel sorry for him. I mean who wouldn’t be, he seem so vulnerable at this moment in time and it seems like he had lost someone very important in his life.

He didn’t reply to my statement but his breathing started to calm down a little bit. I don’t know how long we stayed out there for but by the time we made our way back inside it was already fifteen past five. We literally stayed out there in the cold for thirty minute and I’ve only cooked twenty pancakes. I am going to die and so will Zayn.

I went back to cooking but Zayn just looked at me blankly. From his emotional outbreak just before, I wasn’t expecting him to cook again and I guess I will be doing all the cooking this week. “Zayn….could you please get the syrup ready and set up the trays for me…I will do all the cooking,” I informed him and he did what I told him to do.

“You can’t tell anyone about what happened,” he whispered after thirty minute of silent cooking. I sighed in response, I might hate his gut but I am not the type of person who gossip about people and plus who am I going to tell? It’s not like I have any BFF’s here. “I mean it Ray….if you tell anyone…” he warned.

“Seriously Zayn….what is wrong with you? Who do you think I am going to tell and I am glad you actually know my name,” I answered back sternly and I could see him relaxing a little from the corner of my eyes.

None of us tried to initiate the talk again and by the time we reached six thirty, I have finally finished cooking about four hundred pancakes for those who wants second. I can assure you that it won’t be enough but it is not my problem.

The door of the dining hall open and I could hear a stampede of men walking through the door looking all sweaty and exhausted.

“I am starving,” one man called out.

“Smells good,” another said.

Zayn has placed the mountain pile up pancake in four different trays and it was all set up to serve the soldiers. There was about ten syrup bottles as well, I know that’s a lot but I have a feeling it won’t be enough. Harry was the first one to come and received the food.

“I am glad you two finished breakfast on time. You will also be cooking dinner as well,” he reminded us. I think this will be the worst week of my life. I know Zayn won’t be doing any of the cooking because for some reason he is scared of fire or whatever. Technically, it is not the two of us because I am the one who is doing all the work.

Men started to line up and come up to grab there pancakes. The first three trays were long gone and there was still a long line left. “Do you want some syrup with your pancake?” I asked the next man in the line without looking up but I heard a gasped in response instead. That quickly made me look up and guess who it was? Freaken Niall Horan.

“Rai…” he started but Louis quickly cut him off, “Horan I want to talk to you about something out side.” Niall tensed up by Louis words and I was glad that he didn’t get the chance to say my whole name. I don’t want people to become suspicious about me.

I kept on serving the people who were in the line and like I said before, there were enough pancakes for the first round but definitely not enough for the second round. I could see Niall and Louis walked back in and Naill looked like he has seen a ghost. I wonder what Louis said to him because he sure does look a lot paler then before.

I looked at Louis with a questioning face and he just smiled in return. I am lucky to have met someone like Louis, he is always looking out for me and I’ve only met him for two days now.

“We are done softy….but there is only one pancake left….I call a short gun,” Zayn called out and I am starting to wonder how old is this boy really?

“Very mature Zayn…I think we have to share half and half,” I explained. “No way…there is no way I am sharing with you softy,” and we are back to him being a jerk and calling me softy. I am guessing he is back to his old self now.

I just scoffed in reply, I am not hungry anyway. “Zayn…you have to help me clean up mate,” I told him and trust me there is a lot of things to wash up. When I mean a lot, I mean the whole kitchen is pretty filthy. “Umm….this week will be the worst week of my life,” he groaned, “Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual,” I answered.

The week flew by faster than I could imagine and surprisingly Zayn haven’t threatened me at all. I mean we don’t talk a lot, except for the times when we order each other’s stuff and that’s about it. We made a deal that I am doing all the cooking and he is doing all the cleaning. It was a fair deal really.

Zayn finished cleaning the kitchen and I made my way back to my cabin. It was already eight in the evening and like always, I have to wait until midnight to go and have a shower. I’ve only been getting three hours of sleep lately and I’ve barely have eaten any food because it would run out by the time we finished serving. I wouldn’t be surprise if I’ve lost a couple of pounds.

“Psst…Raisa,” I could hear someone whispered behind one of the cabin which made me stiffen. There are only two people who know my real identity here, that consist of Louis and Niall. I tried to ignore the person who was calling me and fasten my pace, “Raisa…” the voice called again but a little bit louder this time. I turned around to find Niall gesturing me to go to him.

“What do you want Niall…I am tired,” I told him sternly. “What are you doing here? You are a girl,” he hissed. Have I mention that I never liked Niall? Yeah I think I have. “Your point is?” I know exactly what he is talking about but I tried to ignore it.

“If you get caught….do you know how much trouble you are going to be in?” he replied harshly. “That’s why I won’t because you are going to keep that big mouth of yours shut,” I almost screamed.

“As much as I hate you, I am not that low to the point where I have to tell on you for dressing up like a boy,” he spat. “But I am going to enjoy watching you get caught because I know you won’t survive,” he continued with a mischievous smirk which I really want to punched it off.

“We will see Horan, we will see,” I challenged him back. He said that he won’t tell on me but do I really trust his words? No! I don’t, he is one of the people that would love to see me being tortured or me being in pain. This boy is pretty heartless really. “You know what? Let’s make a deal Niall,” I suggested.

His eyes started glinting with excitement. “What sort of deal?” he questioned. “You have to promise not to reveal my real identity to anyone,” I started. “How does that benefit me?" he asked once more. “Shut up and let me finished…but if I do get caught and if it lead me to execution….I will tell the men to let you kill me yourself….since you hate me so much,” I told him but his smile dropped completely.

“What kind of a sick deal is that?” he roared but only loud enough for me to hear. “What? I know you always wanted to kill me…so if I get caught you will have the opportunity to….but if I don’t get caught you have to keep your mouth sealed the whole time,” I replied sternly.

“What are you two girls arguing about?” a familiar deep raspy voice yelled in our direction, Naill and I both tensed up.

Notes

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