Zayn POV
“And since when did you start keeping friends in the neighborhood?” I asked her coldly with my hands in my trouser pocket.
The fear plastered on her face was now prominent, but I do not care right now, I mean I'd to leave what I was doing just to come check on her and to my utmost surprise, I met her talking with some street random guy. She even had to laugh with him, revealing her perfect dentition.  The f**k.
When she had never shown me her smile before. Damn!
She gulped nervously and slowly looked up to my face again.
“I…met him…on my way to the… Recycle bin” She stuttered in a very low voice, I shook my head. “I thought you were not feeling well, who asked you to do that?” I reprimanded her, but she just stared at her feet.
This girl sure needs to go back to high school.
“I'm sorry” She apologized, I scoffed.
Without sparing her one more look, I walked into the house.
I ran a hand through my hair as I ascended the stairs in two; how dare she smile just like that? Lady in black really lacks some training,
Who smiles with a stranger?
F**k you, Zayn,
What's your headache? 
I twisted my doorknob and walked in.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the bed. Thanks goodness, she's okay, anyway.
Later,
I got to the dining room and saw her arranging the dishes on the table.
She lifted her head and met my eyes on her, she looked away immediately and dropped the cutlery.
I scoffed softly before walking up to the table. “Who taught you how to do that?” I asked her without looking at her face.
I dragged a chair backward and sat down.
I opened the dishes and cocked an eyebrow at her. “I'm sure you didn't prepare this” I said mockingly, and I watched as her expression switched to a sad one.
Oh…
I didn't mean that.
“Uhm… You should sit, you can't just stand and watch me eat, right?” I told her as I grabbed the cutlery.
It was macron with fried chicken.
I started eating slowly;
Uh mm… Delicious.
 I glanced at her and caught her staring at me. “You're not hungry?” I furrowed my brows and she nodded.
“I've eaten my portion before you returned” She replied simply, I nodded and continued eating.
Uhm…
I don't even know what to say.
“When did Mrs Rosaline leave?” I decided to ask after some brief silence.
“She left immediately after preparing the meal” She answered, I gulped my water.
When I'd said she can't prepare this, she looked sad, like I was not saying the truth.
Mrs Rosaline is the best cook ever.
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and stood on my feet. “I'll be in my room,” I told her and walked out of the dinning room.
 Violet POV 
I twisted the doorknob to the living room and grinned very hard.
“Thank goodness, it's not locked,” I mumbled.
I walked into his massive living room and saw the high school girl coming out from the kitchen. F**k!
Zayn haven't sent her away yet? I thought with a frown on my face.
I watched her as she walked into the living room. Okay, Is she blind?
She bumped into me, I flared up.
“Have you gone blind?” I thundered and she smirked. So irritating.
“I'm sorry, but I didn't see your majesty standing” She said with a mocking voice, and I'd to resist the urge to slap her very hard now. “Have you gone insane? Who gave you the right to talk to me in this manner?” I yelled and she rolled her eyes.
“Zayn had warned you to stop coming here, isn't it? So, what do you want?” She returned my question with her hands folded on her chest, and my eyes widened at her gut.
What the? “You're going to regret this, I promise you,” I threatened through gritted teeth.
“You're going to regret this, I promise you,” She mimicked as she made a funny face at me. Jeez! F**k her gut.
I fumed, but she only grins at me.
And with that, I marched towards the door.
“Bye” I heard her say behind me, I slammed the door behind me. “This is all Zayn's fault” I clenched my fist very hard and open the gate.
 Ryder POV
I kept dialing Zayn's number, but it keeps directing me to voice mail.
F**k,
I hit my fist very hard on the steering as I watched his building from my car windshield.
The last time I called him, he'd given me the address to his house; and when I remembered our last discussion at the pub, I couldn't help but curse myself.
He'd mentioned there was a girl he met, and he haven't told me the girl's whereabouts … And that's the reason I'm here. Who knows, the girl might be my lost Flora.
And his f**king gate has refused to open.
I took a glance at the gate and watched as a lady stepped out from the building.
Wow…
I pulled the door open and quickly rushed out of the car. “Hey” I called for her attention as I walked up to her.
She stared at me for a few seconds and looked away. Ouch!
“Please I need your help” I told her, and she rolled her eyes. She made to walk past me,, but I was quick to grab her hand.
She yanked her hand away, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
What's up with her?
She's not even pretty.
“What do you want?” She yelled and I rolled my eyes now.
Has she seen my face before or something?
“Please, is this Zayn's residence?” I asked her politely.
“Yes, what?” She said aggressive and I shook my head lightly.
“Nothing… Thank you,” I appreciated with a fake smile on my face.
She shot me one more look and walked past me. I bet she just returned from rehab… I thought as I watched her back.
Furthermore, I turned to Zayn's building and a smile crept on my face.
Why do I have this feeling that Flora will be found soon?
I dialed his number once again, and thank goodness he picked up at the second ring.
“What's up man, I've been calling you for ages,” I said to the phone.
“Just make the gate open already, I'll drive in now” I added impatiently and hung up.