His Sister's Best Friend (ZM/LT)[COMPLETE]

Chapter 9: Son In Law.

Melanie's P.O.V:

I was taking out glasses from the upper cabinet standing on the stool on tip toes, when my ankle twisted and I got dis balanced. I was about to fall when two strong arms held me. My eyes were tightly shut because I was scared. I slowly opened them and didn't expect what I saw next.

I am in Zayn's arms and he is holding me bridal style. At first I thought it would be Louis, but it is Zayn. The strange thing is that, when I look up at him, I find him already staring in my eyes.

Why is he looking at me like that?

It is somehow awkward. Even I am unable to shift my gaze away from him. But he has to stop staring at me and put me down.

Put me Down, Malik!

Okay, why am I saying it in my brain? I have to say it out loud.

Malik, Put me down!

Ugh..what's wrong with me? Why am I talking to myself? Why aren't words coming out of my mouth?

I open my mouth to say it out loud but get cut off when I hear Louis panicking beside us.

"MELANIE! Are you okay?" Louis asks in worried voice, stepping forward, making Zayn and my gaze to shift towards him.

"Huh?" I snap my head in his direction.

Zayn quickly let go of me and clears his throat. I quickly adjust my clothes and look down, nervously because it is awkward.

"Melanie? Are you hurt?" Louis asks me, with a worried look on his face.

"Louis, I'm fine." I reply, giving him a slight nervous smile.

"God! You scared me." He sighs, earning a eye roll from Zayn, as I place my hand on Louis' shoulder, mumbling a "sorry, for scaring you."

I begin to walk towards the refrigerator but stop in the middle when I feel a sharp pain shoot through my ankle, which makes me wince loudly.

"What happened?" Louis quickly rushes by my side.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I reply, trying to balance myself with the counter.

"You don't seem fine." Louis says, as he watches me.

"Lou, I'm fine." I say, limping towards the refrigerator which catches Zayn's attention.

"Why are you limping?" Zayn asks from behind me, when I clutch the fridge's handle.

"I'm fine, It must be a slight sprain or something." I answer back, without looking at Zayn, and open the fridge, peering inside, when Louis speaks up and suggests me to sit and relax for a while.

"Louis, I'm fine. Stop worrying please." I groan.

"But you don't seem so fine. Stop arguing."

"Louis, for the last time, I'M FINE! You guys go, I'll set the table myself." I raise my voice, as I take out the olives from the fridge and limp towards the counter, readying the salad.

"A normal person doesn't limp like that. Stop it and go get some rest, you're hurt." Louis scolds me, as I slightly wince when I feel more pain jolt in my ankle.

"But I'm fin--" before I can even complete my sentence, I get cut off by two arms carrying me outside the kitchen.

"What the hel-" I again get cut off, making me gasp, my eyes and mouth widen because everything happened so suddenly.

"Shut up!"

"Put me down!" I command.

"What's your problem? Does it cost you to stay quiet?"