Flora POV
Reid and I stepped into the silent living room.
We still don't understand why Zayn would leave the party without informing us. “Let's go check his room,” Reid suggested, and I nodded in agreement.
We ascended the stairs quickly and walked faster in the hallway. “Zayn” Reid called as we approach his door room.
He bent the doorknob and walked in.
I sighed softly and also walked in after him, why do I have the feeling that something is wrong?
I saw him on his bed, wrapping a bandage around his arm. I looked down to see a First Aid kit in front of him. Was he okay?
Reid sat next to him on the bed and examined his arm. They both stared at each for a while and then, Zayn nodded.
Oh…
I'm lost.
“Are you okay now?” Reid asked with concern laced in his voice.
Zayn nodded and looked in my direction.
He met my gaze, I watch his face for a while before taking my eyes to my feet.
I feel like I've wronged him, I ought to have allowed him to keep my company back there at the party, but… But I didn't understand what I felt when Violet had kissed him, it made me so angry.
“You should go to sleep” I heard Reid says, I looked up to see him standing on his feet already. “I'll take care of it from here,” He added.
Zayn lay on his back and I watch as Reid covered him with his duvet.
"Take care," Reid told him.
I just watch everything from where I was standing, with guiltiness eating me up.
I watch as Reid wore a hand glove; he picked the soaked cotton wool and dropped it inside a bowl on the nightstand.
He arranged the First Aid box neatly and locked it. He carried it and extended it forward to me.
 I swallowed and walked closer to collect it from him. He carried the bowl from the nightstand and walked forward.
I took my eyes back to Zayn and saw him sleeping already.
I dropped the First Aid box in my hand and help him adjust his duvet, carefully.
I just hope he's alright… I thought as I stared at his cute face.
 David POV
“You guys are a bunch of fools,” Dad roars into his phone.
I sat on the passenger seat next to the driver, we're heading back home.
I must commend the party was okay, even though I didn't get to be free that much because I was careful not to fall in the hands of Zayn. And Flora, I'm sure she saw me when I'd come to fetch Dad, maybe she wasn't sure if I was the one.
“You couldn't take care of one person, just one!” Dad yelled into the phone again, and I sighed.
Who's it this time around?
“Just get the f**k off my phone now, you stupid,” He snorted and hung up immediately.
“I'll be the one to kill you myself, Zayn” he ranted.
I look at him from the front mirror and shook my head sideways.
There's more to this Zayn that Dad is hiding from me.
 Flora POV
The next morning…
I turned off my alarm and yawned loudly.
I slept off last night with countless thoughts creeping into my mind, most especially about Zayn.
I wonder what could have gone wrong with him last night, causing him to end up with a bruise on his arm.
Uhm…
I should check on him, right?
I tossed the duvet aside and stood up from the bed. I strode towards the bathroom and walked in.
I stared at the writing on my white hoodie-It's a tiny font. “Your love” I readout.
Uhm…
I brushed my hair backward with a hairbrush; I parked it in a high ponytail and smile at my simply self in the mirror.
I was cladded in a hoodie and a pair of black trousers short. I wore my slippers and stole a glance at myself again before stepping out.
I walked into the kitchen but couldn't find Mrs. Rosaline. Whoa…
I guess I was earlier than usual, I walked out of the kitchen to go check what the time says; and it tells 9:15 am.
My eyes bulged.
9:15 am?
Then Mrs. Rosaline should be here by now, she never comes this late.
I walked back into the kitchen and sighed.
Oh, Lord.…
Not when Zayn is not feeling well.
What do I do?
An idea crept into my head and my lips curved to a wide smile.
Yeah!
Tea and bread should definitely do.
I sipped from it a little and smile.
I've always watched as Mrs. Rosaline prepared her Tea, and I'm glad I could make it well. I brought out the bread from the refrigerator and place it beside the Teacup on the tray.
I carried it carefully and walked out of the kitchen.
I got to the dining table and was surprised none of the boys were yet to be on the seat.
I placed the tray on the table and sat on a chair. I understand Zayn is not feeling too well, but what of Reid? I leaned on my elbow and saw a white note beneath the flower vase on the table.
And without hesitation, I picked it.
'I'd to leave very early this morning to sort some things, take good care of Zayn and you… Reid' I read the short note again and again and rolled my eyes.
I sighed and dropped the note.
I stood on my feet and carried the tray.
The least I could do is to take this to his room. He might not be able to come down for breakfast… I thought while climbing the stairs with the tray in my hand.
I got to his room and gulped nervously.
No Flora, you're not doing something bad, right? God…
I made the sign of the cross repeatedly and breathe out.
I placed my shaky fist on his door and knocked on it twice. “Just come in Reid” His voice came out feebly and I sighed.
“It's me… Flora,” I choked out. I didn't hear him say anything for a while, and I was starting to think perhaps he feels it would be better not to see me.
I sighed heavily and turned around to leave.
But then, I heard his door creaked open, and I stop on tracks. “You're leaving already?” He asked calmly.
I froze for a while and swallowed before turning to him. “Uhm… I brought your breakfast,” I told him with my eyes on the floor. “Then you should come in,” he says, and I looked up to see him walking back into his room. I placed a hand on my chest, I inhaled and exhaled before stepping in.
He's just on his briefs, and I made sure I didn't meet his eyes. I dropped the tray on the center table in his room and turned around to leave. “Won't you watch me eat?” I heard his voice and my heart raced immediately.
Watch him eat?
I gulped and turned to him, sitting on his bed.
I eventually met his eyes and couldn't look away. He equally kept the gaze.
Though, he's not looking like his normal self yet, he's looking handsomely ever.
“Come on” he beckoned me to come forward, and I counted my steps towards him on the bed, fiddling with my fingers.
“Sit” he ordered and I quickly did.
“So… Where's my breakfast?” He drawled, I looked up at him. Is he kidding me?
I rose to my feet to go and carry the tray, but I could feel my hand being wrapped with his.
I looked back at him and unexpectedly, he pulled me to himself.
I lay flatly on his chest as we both stared into each other's eyes. Oh, my…
He took his hands to my waist and I could feel my heart doing somersaults already.
Holy Cow… He brought his face closer to mine which makes his breath fan against my face, I gulped.  I was not prepared for this.
My heart tightened, and I shut my eyes, awaiting anything.
His lips stayed on my cheek for a while, and he leaned back to the bed rest afterward.
I opened my eyes to see him smiling to himself. Seriously?!
I stood up from his chest and adjusted my hair.
So, he was just going to peck my cheek all along? Huh!
Gosh, Flora!
What were you expecting? My subconscious mind sneered and I fumed inwardly.