*Flashbacks*
Zayn’s POV:
“Don’t you dare to do that again, bitch!!” Emma almost shouted at Marlya.
They were both hungry and needed to rest.
“Okay come on that’s enough. You need to eat.” I said and grabbed Emma’s hand and took her out of the room with me, leaving alone Marlya with Louis.
I was pretty sure that he’ll make her eat her breakfast.
“Hey you can let me go, I can walk!” She said bluntly.
I looked at her and let go of her hand awkwardly.
As we were about to reach downstairs, she tripped on the stairs and was about to fall that I caught her by grabbing her arm.
“So you can walk, huh? I highly doubt that.” I whispered in her ear and then wrapped my arm around her waist.
She rolled her eyes and entered the kitchen with me.
Niall was sitting and eating his breakfast.
“Hey! You okay?” Niall said to Emma.
“I’m fine.” She said and sat in front of him.
“You ate all the pancakes, Niall?!” I shouted at him.
“Yeah!!” he said with his mouth fulled.
I shoot him a death glare and cursed and started to make some pancakes for Emma.
“I’m not hungry.” Emma put her hand on mine, while I was adding milk.
“You have to eat.” I said quietly and poured the milk.
She sighed.
“I’m not hungry!!” she said through gritted teeth.
I just ignored her and began to cook them in a flat pan.
“Didn’t you hear me?” she shouted.
I saw Niall from the corner of my eye that moved a little on his seat.
He was afraid of her?
I chuckled.
“What’s so funny, Mr. Malik?!” she shouted.
Her voice cracked that made her cough.
I looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“There’s an orange juice on the table.” I said and motioned to the table with my chin.
She looked pissed.
Niall handed her a glass of water.
“Thanks Niall!!” she said to him.
“Yeah sure. Hey I’m going. Got some stuff to do.” Niall said and went out of the house.
I put the pancakes on the table.
“Eat your breakfast, babe. I’m not going to ask again.” I said firmly.
She stood stubbornly with crossed arms.
“Oh… now I supposed to be… frightened?” she said.
I sighed.
I almost had forgotten that she wasn’t like other girls.
“Just… eat your breakfast, please?” I said softly.
“Fine.” She said and sat where she had sitting before and started to eat.
Judging by the large mouthful of pancake that she took, I could tell that she was starving… and besides, she said that she was hungry when she woke up…
But why she was so stubborn?
Or maybe she felt a bit uncomfortable about me, making breakfast for her?
“Do you have chocolate syrup?” she asked.
Emma’s POV:
He poured some syrup on my pancakes and sat in front of me, without taking his eyes off of me.
“What?” I asked and took another bite.
“Nothing.” He said casually, staring at me.
I ignored him and focused on my food.
I finished one of my pancakes and started to eat the other.
He was still staring at me which made me so uncomfortable.
“Why are you staring at me?!” I snapped at him.
He just shrugged and started to play with his phone.
I poured some juice.
“We need to talk about Simon.” He said.
I choked on the last piece of the pancake.
“Hey you okay?!” he stood up and started to pat my back.
Tears formed in my eyes and I wiped them away.
“Yeah I’m fine.” I said when I caught a breath.
“Sorry.” He said quietly.
I took a sip of the orange juice and looked at him.
“You really had to say his name when I was eating my damn fucking breakfast?!” I snapped at him.
He leaned back to his seat and started to scratch the back of his neck.
“Finish your drink.” He ordered.
I glared at him.
“Stop telling me what to do!! I eat and drink whatever and whenever I want to!!!” I yelled at him and punched my fist on the table.
“Oh yeah? You think you can starve yourself? well I won’t let you!!” he yelled back at me and stood up, hovering over me.
“My damn fucking life is none of your damn fucking business!!!” I stood up too.
“Have you guys seen Harry?” Louis’ head popped out from behind the kitchen’s door.
“NO!!” we both yelled at him in unison.
“Wow!! Have a good time!!” he said and disappeared.
Zayn sighed and closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured.
I bit my lower lip.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m always a bit grumpy in the morning when I’m hungry… it’s one of my features which I’m not really proud of.” I said shyly.
“It’s okay.” He smiled at me.
Zayn’s POV:
She finished her drink and wiped her mouth with her hand.
“Now let’s talk. Tell me everything you know about my… dad.” She said.
“I don’t know much about him… I was hoping if you could help us find him.” I said.
“what is his job?” she asked.
“I can’t tell you.” I said quickly.
she cringed her nose.
“Don’t be ridiculous!! It’s my father we’re talking about!! I need to know everything!!” she snapped at me.
She was right.
I had to tell her.
But… what would be her reaction if she finds out that we’re not…. Human?
I weighed my words.
“He’s… our boss.” I said quietly.
“Oh… and that’s a job?” she asked sarcastically.
“No… yes… kinda.” I answered.
“That wasn’t an answer.” She hissed.
“He… he… kills some people.” I stuttered.
She sniffed.
“Kills… people? Oh… good to hear that. What kind of people? What do you do for him? You kill people, too?” she asked.
“I can’t just spill the beans, Emma!! You have to understand!”
“Oh yeah? My dad shut my friend right in front of my eyes and you’re talking about spilling the fucking beans? Anything else has left for me to know about him? Except him being a … murderer?” she shouted.
“Yes.” I replied as calm as I could.
She sighed.
“Tell me.” she said.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She smirked at me.
“Get hurt? By words?” she said.
“No, by the truth.” I replied.
She raised her eyebrow, parted her lips and leaned back with her arms crossed.
“I told you what you wanted to know and I think that I just said too much and crossed the line.” I said.
“You don’t know me, Zayn. The only thing that hurts me, is when people lie. What is a lie? Not telling the truth. But… My definition of lie is a bit different from others. Not mentioning the truth, is a lie to me. so tell me everything or you’ll hurt me, by lying to me!” she said softly but firmly, while looking straight into my eyes.
I clenched my teeth.
What should I do?
Should I tell her that we’re not humans or… not?
“Alright. but first, promise me that you won’t tell anyone.” I said.
“I’ll promise you.” she said.
“Okay… he… Simon… your dad, is a wolf hunter.” I said.
If I was going to tell her everything, I didn’t have to rush it.
“A … what?” she said, half closing her right eye.
“A… wolf hunter.” I said and bit my lip.
“Yeah I got that, I meant what does he do.” She said.
“He… kills wolves.” I said, trying to reveal the truth for her as slow as I can.
“Zayn if you’re going to go on like this, making me ask you questions, I’ll kill you and burn your body in a hot tub and then make you talk before you die, got it?” she said, looking straight into my eyes.
The thought that she was Simon’s daughter, sent a shiver down my spine.
“Okay, chill!! I just don’t wanna…”
“Tell me everything!!! I’m going crazy!! I need to find out!!” she shouted.
“Alright, alright…” I tried to calm her.
She sighed and leaned back again.
“You wanna know everything? At once? Alright…. we’re not humans, we’re a pack of werewolves, you know, we can turn into a wolf, and your father is a wolf hunter whom we work for and his job is to kill people like us. he gives us orders and we do it for him, otherwise he’ll kill us. happy?” I said breathlessly.
She was staring at me, unblinkingly, trying to understand.
“Werewolf….” I barely heard her.
I stayed calmed and quiet, letting her to think and digest everything that I just told her.
“I knew it.” she breathed, looking down.
I raised my eyebrows.
“You knew it?”
“I knew there was something wrong with you guys!!” she was more talking to herself.
“From the first day that I came here!!” She stood up and I stood up too.
“ Marlya acting weird, your attitude….” She started to walk. I approached her.
“Everything about you guys…” she stopped talking and lifted her head and looked at me.
“What do you think of me now?” I murmured.
She looked so innocent and… lost.
“Nothing. I don’t feel anything at all.”
The tears started to stream down her face.
Every tear she shed, was like a dagger, stabbed into my heart.
I wiped off the tears with my thumb gently.
“Why are you crying then?” I murmured, stepping closer to her.
“I… I don’t know…” she breathed.
“Don’t.” I purred as I pressed my lips against hers.
“Hey I’m going … oops sorry!!” Louis’ voice destroyed everything.
Emma sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand and stood upright.
Interrupter, Louis Tomlinson!!!
“Where are you going?” I said to Louis.
“Got something important to do. Har… Marlya’s asleep I guess. But you two can go on… continue what you were doing.” he said and went out of the house hurriedly.
“Sorry.” Emma said shyly.
I tuck her hair behind her ear and smiled at her.
“Don’t you dare to cry again or I’ll put you in a hot tub and tickle you to death.” I said and put a light feathery kiss on her nose.
She laughed and my world lit up.

Notes

Soo...... Zemma Or Lemma? LOL
Tell me what you think!!!