Irresistible (A Zayn Malik love story)

This is a Zayn Malik fan fiction.
A 16 year old orphan named Amber has been an orphan for most of her life. Her life is suddenly about to change when she finds out that she is finally being adopted. The problem is, she has a major crush on her new foster brother Zayn Malik. But Zayn's band mate, Harry Styles, also has a crush on Zayn's new foster sister.

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9. Nightmare with some Pancakes

    AMBER'S P.O.V.

     Running. Running. My heart is beating out of my chest. BUM BUM...BUM BUM.. I am quickly winded by the cool air from the outdoors. My chest is raising up and down as I run down the streets. My old worn out TOMS may not hold together very long. I close my eyes as I run to try and keep the tears back. I want to stop running, but I can't. I have to get away. Away from him. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE WHORE!" I hear a monstrous roar from behind me. It's him. He has been following me. No. No. I turn a corner and I trip over a rock. My face falls flat on the pavement. I reach my hand up to my face and I feel a warm liquid streaming down it. Blood. I know it is blood. I scramble to my feet as fast as I could. I continue running. I run for my life. I suddenly decide to hide. I lunge to the side of the road into a bush. I land with a thud. I curl up into a ball as I try to quiet down my breathing. I hear slow footsteps outside of the bush. I stare at the Vans that are outside of the bush. He is standing right outside. 2 feet away from my possible death. I sit their motionless, until I hear his dark voice. "There you are," his voice booms as I feel my hair being pulled up. Next thing I knew it, I was inches away from his face. "Why are you running from me? Don't you love me? I love you. I love you very much." he whispers. I struggle to free from his grip. "IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME YOU WOULDN'T BE DOING THIS TO ME MASON!!" I shriek as I continue to try and free from his grip. He chuckles. "I am doing this because I love you Amber," He says. I look down and I can see that he has a knife in his hand. "I just love you too much to let you go with another man," he continues as he lifts the knife up to my collarbone. "Why are you trying to kill me, it won't do you any good," I say. I give up on trying to free myself. "I'm not trying to kill you babe, I'm just teaching you a lesson, so that you won't leave me for another man," He says as he pulls the knife down, leaving a gash tracing my collarbone. He releases his grip on me and he dashes away, leaving me to bleed to death. I suddenly see a bright light.

    I jump awake. I am panting like crazy. I'm not outside. I'm, I'm, inside. In a bed. I look to my right and I see Tina sleeping in her bed. She is sleeping like a baby. I slowly reach up to my collarbone and I feel it. The scar. The scar that he left me. I suddenly realize that this was a dream, but only tonight it was a dream. This was real before. I look over at the clock on the nightstand. It read 6:30am. I slowly peel the covers off of me as I slowly walk to the closet to put some clothes on. I grab whatever what I could get my hands on. My old volleyball spandex and my old middle school basketball shirt. I slip those on very quickly. I exit the room. I try not to disturb Tina as I walk down the stairs. Pancakes. I need my pancakes. I quietly stumble into the kitchen as I open random cabinets, looking for pancake mix and a pan. After a few minutes of searching, I finally found my items. I quickly prepare the mix and I pour them into the pan. I make small circles with the batter and I let them cook. The sweet smell of pancakes fill the kitchen. One by one I peel them off of the pan. 20 minutes have passed and I have made 36 pancakes. I place the stack on the table along with 8 plates. Me, Tina, our new mum, and then the band. Liam, Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Harry. 8 mouths to feed. I reach for a pancake off of the stack when I feel a pain in my stomach. I want to run up to the bathroom, but what if the family comes down while I am gone? I open drawers like a maniac until I find a piece of paper and a pen. 'Merry Christmas, here is a breakfast for you to enjoy:) Love, Amber xx' I quickly scribble that down and then I make a beeline for the bathroom. I burst open the bathroom door and I kneel down at the toilet. What? Why am I not throwing up? I swore I had to throw up downstairs. It's just the nerves. I stand up from the toilet and I look in the mirror. Eww. I look like a mess. I open a drawer that had all of Tina and I's essentials in it. I pull out a hair brush and I quickly brush my hair and I add some eyeliner. I close the drawer and I am about exit the bathroom when I feel an unbearable pain in my collarbone. I loo back into the mirror and I see the long gash. I get chills up my back. I exit the bathroom and I hear a voice coming from down stairs. "THANK THE LORD FOR PANCAKES!!!" I recognize the voice. It is Niall's of course. I walk down the stairs and I see the band down stairs fighting for the delicious pancakes that I have prepared.

    "You made these," asked Harry with a mouthful of pancake. I slowly nod my head. "Well, these are AMAZING," utters Louis.  "Thanks, I'm glad you enjoy them. I will be upstairs." I say as I start to walk up the stairs. God. I never realized how much Louis reminds me of that beast Mason. The eyes and the hair. I just had to get out of there. On my way up. I met Tina. "Pancakes are downstairs. You might want to hurry, the boys might eat them all." I say as Tina walks by."They better not eat all of my pancakes!" Tina says as she hurries down the stairs to defend her pancakes. I open the door to our bedroom. I suddenly feel the urge to sleep. What is happening? I suddenly want to throw up know I am tried. I just woke up for God's sake. The tiredness takes over my body and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

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