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.


10. The Pancake Games!

    ZAYN'S P.O.V.

   I walk up to the delicious smell of fresh homemade pancakes. I hope mum made her special recipe. I grab my phone off of the nightstand and I see a text from mum. "Gone for a month on a cruise, You and the boys stay with Tina and Amber and watch over them, especially watch Amber. I was in their room last night and she was acting weird. If you have any problems, just call Paul. I will see you guys in a month. love mum." No mum for a month. That means PARTY! No. No. Zayn. I slap myself across the face. You have to be responsible. You got the boys and 2 teenagers to take care of. No party. I get up out of bed and I walk to my closet. I throw on my Pajama pants and my Cool Kids Don't Dance shirt. I walk to the bathroom to fix my perfectly awesome quiff. The smell of the pancakes is getting stronger by each second. I freeze. Who made the pancakes? The band is too lazy to do anything, and Tina and Amber don't know where everything is. The suspense is killing me. I quickly rush out of the bathroom, and I glide down the stairs railing. I come upon the kitchen table. I see the boys. Louis, Liam, Niall, and Harry. They are all staring at the mound of the warm, steaming, delicious pancakes. I stare at each boy. i can see the hunger and pancake-craving in their eyes. I look back at the mound of pancakes and I see a little note on the stack. I reach out and I pick up the note. This is what the note read:  'Merry Christmas, here is a breakfast for you to enjoy:) Love, Amber xx'. I look up from the note and up at the boys. They want the pancakes. I can see it. They are like lions, waiting to pounce on their pray. I need to give them the command. I toss the note to the side and a smirk spreads across my face. "Let the Hunger Games... Begin," I say. The boys start to pounce on the mound of pancakes. I slip one every minute or so, I just don't want to fight over food with Niall. That would not end well. I take a bite out of one of the pancakes. My mouth is in pancake Heaven. I gobble up the rest of the pancake when Niall screams out, "THANK THE LORD FOR PANCAKES."  The band still continues their 'Hunger Games.' I notice out of the corner of my eye that Amber is standing there at the bottom of the stairs in shock. The band finally notices her and they stop fighting for the pancakes. There is awkward silence now. "You made these?" Harry asks, breaking the silence. She slowly nods her head. Her Emerald green eyes sparkle in the kitchen light. "Well they are AMAZING," Louis also says. "Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed them. I will be upstairs," She says before she dashes up the stairs. What is wrong with Amber? Suddenly, Tina comes running down the stairs. "No one touch my pancakes," She says. Liam grabs a pancake off of the plate and tosses it to Tina. While the band and Tina eat the pancakes like savage animals, I decide that I'm going to go and check on Amber.


     "Amber, Amber, wake up, it's me Zayn," I hear a voice. I slowly open my eyes and I see Zayn sitting on the edge of my bed. He is wearing a white T-shirt with Cool Kids Don't Dance in black lettering. "What is happening, and where is everyone," I say as I sit up from the bed. Zayn's eyes grew wide. "What?" I ask. I suddenly realize that I'm don't have a shirt on, I'm only in my sports bra. "Oh My God," I say as I pull the covers over my chest. I look on the floor and I see my basketball shirt on the floor. "How did - what?" I say. How did my shirt get off of my body and on the floor. I look back at Zayn and he is just smiling. "Cut it out, you pervert," I say as I reach behind me and I throw one of my pillows at him. "Okay calm down," he says as he deflects the pillow being thrown at him. He stands up and walks over to my closet. He opens the closet door. He reaches in my closet and pulls out my Volleyball shirt. He tosses it at me. I stare at him, waiting for him to turn around. "Oh yeah," he says as he turns around and covers his eyes. I slip the shirt on as fast as I can. "Okay, you can turn around now," I say as I roll my eyes. Zayn spins back around and uncovers his eyes. "What do you need," I say as I get out of the bed. Thank God I still have my spandex on. "I just wanting to see if anything was wrong, you seemed kinda, scared earlier," he says as he sits on my bed. I look at him. "How did I seem scared?" I ask him. "Well you face turned pale and you eyes were as big as footballs," Zayn says laughing. I suddenly remember everything. The dream. My old family. Louis looking like Mason. It all comes to me. I start to sweat. "Let's go for a walk. You look like you could use some fresh air, get dressed and meet me downstairs in 5 minutes." Zayn says as he gives me a hug and walks out the door. I don't want to go outside. Mason might find me. I will be in the protection of Zayn. I should be alright. I walk over to my closet and I throw on some jeans and my TOMS. I walk down the stairs and into the living room.

    HARRY'S P.O.V.

     "I...think I....ate...too many pancakes," groans Liam as he lays down on the couch and rubs his stomach. I sit in the chair across from him. rubbing my own stomach. "Those pancakes hit the spot," Louis grumbles as he lays down across the kitchen table. Niall spreads his body across the floor. "I'm tired," he mumbles. "Me too," Liam agrees. "Me three," agrees Louis also.

    The rest of the boys are about to doze off when Zayn walks down the stairs. "Hey mate...why is everyone dead on the ground." He asks as he looks at Niall, Liam, and Louis. "They just ate too many of those pancakes," I explain. "Well tell me how that goes, I'm going to take Amber for a walk. To get some fresh air."Zayn says. As soon as he said that Amber walks down the stairs. Oh My God. She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Her light brown hair lands perfectly right on her shoulders. She must of caught me staring at her. "Are you ok, Harry?" She asks. "Uh yeah, have fun on you walk," I say as I snap out of my trance. Zayn puts his arm around her and they walk out of the door together. I want her to be mine. I want to be by her side when times get tough for her, not Zayn. Zayn is the foster brother. While I am the friend of the foster brother. I should be the one taking her out for a walk. Not him. I let my anger die down and I start to doze off.

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