Money & a Kiss

Autumn Moore is an 18 year old girl who isn't anything out of the ordinary, she's one of the popular's on the outside but on the inside she is extremely fragile.
Can one dare from her 'Friends" change her life?
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9. Soup - Written by Pick n' Mix

Autumn's POV

I cried and cried. I didn't care if Zayn saw me like this. My parents and my brother had gone and I wasn't going to stand there pretending that I didn't care.

He slowly rubbed circle's into my back gently which calmed me down slightly and ran his rough hands through my hair. Somehow, he was slowly calming me down and even though I had stopped crying hysterically, didn't mean that he wasn't a dick.

"You ok?" he asked softly, almost nervously as to whether I was going to scream at him again but I wasn't in the mood for ranting right now. I was too drained and I felt as if I was about to faint. I nodded but didn't say anything, seeing as my mouth didn't seem to be able to open.

"How about I make you something to eat?" he asked a bit more confidently. "I would like that," I squeaked. The corners of his lips turned up a bit and he gently slid away from me.

I curled up into a ball and almost immediately felt myself not feel so calm. My skin missed his touch and I wanted to pull him back so I could cry into his hard chest again but that would just look werid so... No.

He walked out the room and into the kitchen. I curled up even more and hid my head in the worn out sofa. I suddenly jumped when I heard the sound of clattering metal something or others and cursed loudly. If that dick had broken something else, I swear to god...

I unwillingly, slumped off the sofa and trundled to the kitchen, pushing open the door rather ruffly. If I hadn't been in such a bad mood or situation, I would have laughed at the sight I saw.

Zayn was standing in the midst of random pots and pans, looking rather sheepish and cross. "Er, Zayn?" I asked. "God sorry Aut, I didn't mean to--" "Aut?" I asked questioningly.

I don't know why but I liked the name. No one had never said it, especially someone who I hated. His eyes widened, realising as what he had just said and he stuttered in attempt to cover up what he just said.

"Er, I didn't mean it like... It just came out and... Oh shit, I--" "It's fine Zayn," I said almost chuckling. He raised his eyebrow but left the subject which was probably good seeing as he was dealing with a distressed/confused/annoyed teenage girl.

"So erm, what happened here?" I asked, trying to fill the awkward silence that had fell between us. "Well, I er, didn't know where all your stuff was and when I opened this cupboard and picked a pan, everything just... came falling down," he mumbled.

I shook my head, in half humour, half annoyment. How he had managed to break something and nearly-break something in the space of basically 2 hours, was unbelievable.

"Do you know where your food is as well?" he asked. I nodded and walked over to the far cupboard, opening it gently and pulling out a few packets of food and tins of soup. "Thanks," he said and took them from my hand.

"Which one would you like?" he asked, running his hand over the edge of the packet of pasta. I scanned the range of food and pointed to the Tomato Soup. I wasn't looking for anything fancy, I just wanted something simple which wasn't complicated like my life.

He nodded and I put the other packets and tins back into the cupboard. "Now, you go sit back on the sofa or go to bed and I will bring the food to you later. I am pretty sure that I can make tomato soup," he said, shaking his head in silent laughter.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to here another thing being broken," I said mockingly. He rolled his eyes but nodded," come on, come on. The soup will be ready in about 10 minutes ."

I sighed but nodded and walked back into the sitting room. I resumed my old position and hid my head in the sofa, thinking about the dark-haired boy who was currently making me some soup.

In the space of an hour, he had definitely changed. He had started like a real dick, some stuck-up mother fucker who was obsessed about his image and now seemed almost caring? Was he bipolar or something?

I felt my eyes droop and become heavy, making them close completely and making me fall into a light slumber.

Zayn's POV

I placed the bowl of soup onto a tray and grabbed a spoon from the draw, placing it neatly by the side of the bowl. I didn't know why but I felt as though I wanted to make this look nice even if it was just soup.

Normally, I would just give it to them and make them fend for themself but right now, I couldn't do that. I pushed open the door with my arm and walked into the sitting room.

There she was, curled up on the sofa with her hair spilling down her back. I didn't know whether she was crying silently or asleep so I placed the tray down quietly on the table and walked up to her.

"Autumn? Autumn?" I called. I shook her gently and her head rolled towards me, her eyes fluttering open. "Oh, um, hi Zayn," she said sleepily. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up but your soup is ready," I said nervously.

She smiled and pushed herself up. "Thanks Zayn, this means a lot," she said honestly and in that moment, I felt as if though even though, in both our families, something bad was going on, everything just seemed to stop and calm down.

As if there were no problems in the world.


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