How I saved One Direction

We make pancakes at the moment and I can say that we are successful. Flour is everywhere. I'm standing resting on kitchen element and laugh while watching Zayn who pretends to be a chef. He throws pancakes and fortunately catch them and then laughs. The funniest thing is that the flour is on him too.
'' You keep laughing and no pancakes for you. '', he said and I sticked out my tongue to him.
'' Oh yeah? '', I ask.
'' Yes. '', replies.
'' Then you do not mind that .. '' I haven't finished, but I used the opportunity while he put pancakes to steal a bit of the mixture and spread it on his face.
'' Yeah. War huh!? '', he shouted with a smile and take a little of the mixture. I'm starting to scream and run away from him. Who would say that this is we. He didn't stand me and I was mad at him for everything he's done, and look at us now. We chase one after another with a dough on hands like children. This someone will need to clean!
'' Here. '', he shouted and smear me when I was careless. I wiped it from the face and I run after him. Man, nothing from breakfast.
'' Zayn, in vain running away! ''

I caught him and smear him with dough. We laugh both and breathe heavily. This was fun. But it's time to stop. Unless Zayn doesn't intend to continue.
'' Okay. Let's eat. '', he says and puts pancakes on the table. I'm helping him and take out plates, spoons and cream.
'' How we're going to share them? '', he asks.
'' Fairly and equally. '', I reply impatiently and hungrily.
'' You can eat five? '', he asks surprised. Why couldn't I? It's not much.
'' Of course. Let's eat. ''

I take my pancakes and put them on a plate. I ate them almost all. I drink a glass of juice and got up to wash my hands. Zayn still eats because I gave him one of my pancakes. Just wanted to say something to him when I hear the door bell.
'' I will. '', I tell him, and he nodded. I wonder who is it?
Slowly, I go to the door and then take a look at myself. I'm all smeared with flour but it doesn't matter. I hope so. I remove a little flour from cheek and unlock the door. It's miracle that Zayn locked them. He was very drunk last night but still remembered to lock the door. I open them and almost scream.
I looked shocked in person in front of me and I can't believe what I see. Impossible! Not now! Now that we are good. Now after all.

I know it's stupid of me but I shocked slam the door and rely on them. I slide down and person starts to knock.
'' Layla, who is it? '', Zayn's voice is getting into my ears and disappears.
What should I say? Will it go? I'm afraid! For the first time in these two months I'm really afraid of all this ...

Notes

Well hello everyone! First of all sorry for mistakes :(. I didn't check it, I just post it. Second, expect big reversal in next chapter. Maybe you won't like it maybe you will. We'll see. Tnxx for all views that made me so happy. I'm not sure when I will be able to write and post it 'cause I want it to be ok it won't be perfect but it will be good. I hope :)
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Till the next chapter ....
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