2 Chapter 2

I eat my supper mom dished out for me. Spencer steps into the kitchen and joins me by the island.

"Thanks mom it was delicious", I place my dishes in the sink.

"Pleasure dear".

I walk to my room. I lay on my bed and read a book my father gave to me years ago 'Little Red Riding Hood'. Dad use to read it to me all the time even on the worst days. Why do I miss him so much, yes he is my father but it still feels weird. I'm reading a book that a five year old kid should be reading. I should get some rest we were on a plane for quite a while so I should rest.

I turn over and close my eyes.

***

"Pa word wakker, asseblief word wakker. Pappa!".

{Dad wake up, please wake up. Father!}

I jump from my dream. I take deep breaths in to help me calm down. I rub my forehead and it's soaking wet. I lay back on my pillow and fall back to sleep.

***

The sun shorn throw my cotton curtains and I am now awake. It's eight o'clock I should better get up and make breakfast for everyone. It's still weird being a domestic worker.

I grab my facecloth and toothbrush out of my shower bag. Where is the bathroom? I look around and I can't seem to find the bathroom. I find my way to the staircase, maybe the bathroom is up here. For a big house it sure should have more than just one bathroom. I climb the stairs and thankfully the bathroom is just opposite the staircase.

I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. I leave the bathroom in an instant. As I open the door a tall guy with black pajamas on bumps into me.

"Watch where your going!", I shout.

"What are you doing up here?", Well his not very nice.

"Can't you see I was using the bathroom".

"Why didn't you use the one downstairs?", So there is a bathroom downstairs.

"I couldn't find it so I used this one instead".

"It's on the left next to the kitchen".

"Well I didn't find it", I nod my head.

"Don't use this bathroom again ok, only come upstairs if you have to clean, now go downstairs and prepare breakfast. You pathetic lowlife", He slams the door in my face.

"Goeie genade".

{Goodness gracious}

I step downstairs and into the kitchen. I turn the gas stove on and place a pan over the gas plate. I quickly crack three large eggs over the pan and mix the eggs so that it scrambles. I apply some salt a pepper over the eggs and sit them on plates to serve to the people.

"Good morning Jean you didn't have to make breakfast", Melissa enters the kitchen.

"Good morning Melissa I woke up early so I decided to make breakfast", I scrap the leftover eggs in the pan on a plate.

"Anyway it's fine I hear the boys coming I'll help you take it to the table".

Melissa and I each take two plates in our hands and take it to the table. Melissa quickly goes back to the kitchen to get the last plate of eggs. I sit both plates down on the table. I notice more than just one domestic worker, I thought it was just Melissa but then again how could she clean this house on her own.

"Excuse me", One of them call me back.

"Yes, is there a problem".

"No not at all, we all just notice your new her. Are you Frances daughter", The one with blonde hair says.

"Yes I am, I'm Jean".

"Niall, Niall Horan. This is Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Harry Styles and that is Zayn Malik. His a bit of a grump".

"Shut up or he'll kill you", The one I think name is Louis mocks.

"Sorry but you know my mother?", I frown.

"Yes she worked here a long time ago", Liam says.

"Okay, enjoy your breakfast", I leave with a smile.

Mom use to work here? Why didn't she tell me? Tell us! I walk back to the kitchen and mom enters the room with a housekeeping suit on.

"Mom?".

"What? Is it to small?", Mom turns around like a child.

"No, but why are you wearing it?".

"I want to look professional".

"Ok. Mom can we talk?", I ask.

"If you don't like the outfit I'll just change", She turns away.

"No you look great, it's just...", I pull mom out of the kitchen and into the hallway. "Mom you never told us you worked her before".

"Who told you? Was it Melissa? I knew I shouldn't of trusted her...".

"Our bosses did. Why didn't you tell Spencer and I this".

"It's a very long story dear I was very young. It's also one of the reasons how I met your father. I was out grocery shopping because the cupboards were all empty. While I was at the market I bump into your father. I never stop seeing him since that day. I fled to South Africa with him. That time I was pregnant with your brother. Once we arrived at Cape Town we immediately got married, had Spencer. Then a few years later we had you. My family was complete when you came. I never thought I would ever come back to England", Mom tears up.

"You were pregnant with brother before you got married?".

"Yes that's why I fled to South Africa with your father".

I cup my hands over my mothers face. I begin to tear up as well. Mom pulls me in for a hug and we cry over each others shoulders. Mom left her home town for dad. It sounds like she was suffering before she met dad.

"Mom? Why are you two crying, what happened?", Spencer walk by the hallway.

"It's nothing dear", She wipes her tears, so do I. "Come you two we should eat".

We walk to the kitchen and mom prepares us breakfast. Spencer says that he'll be looking for places to work. Obviously Spencer isn't going to be a domestic worker. We finish off our breakfast I take Spencer and my plates to the sink. Spencer leaves to find a job and I get ready to sweep the lounge.

I get the broom out of the storage and start sweeping. By the time I reach the dining room I'm out of breath. I dust off the shelves. I notice a picture of Mr Zayn when he was younger, his standing next to what I think it is his mother.

"What are you doing?", Mr Zayn enters the dining room.

"Dusting off", I answer.

"That's my mother", He refers to the picture in my hand.

"She's beautiful", I place the picture back to it's former place.

"Everyone says that, they don't even know who my mother is", He sits down on the couch.

"Why are you such a prune? In South Africa that's a bad thing", I fold my hands onto my hips.

"Well this is England and it's just the way I am".

"Whatever", I roll my eyes. "Could you leave please I'm cleaning you can drink your whiskey when I'm done cleaning".

"This is my house I get to do what I want", He lays his head back against the couch.

"And I get paid to do this so please leave", He gets up from his seat and walks over to me.

"Then do your work properly", he steps closer.

"What do you mean?".

"The eggs was a little to salty", He leaves off a smirk before leaving the room.

"Dai man het regtig 'n probleem of iets".

{That man really has a problem or something}

I continue cleaning the lounge. Once I'm done with the lounge I head to the storage. I get a few things to clean the windows with. I grab a bucket filled with water and get to the sliding door to clean first. The sliding door is the exit to the swimming pool which is really big by the way. I spray the window with window cleaner and wipe it throw with a cloth.

As I clean the window I notice it opening and Mr Zayn comes walking outside shirtless with a towel over his shoulder. Before I can say anything my phone begins to ring...

*Ezra! Hoe gaan dit?* {Ezra! how are you?}

*Alright. Hoe gaan dit met jou?* {Alright. How are you doing?}

*Dit gaan goed* {Everything's alright}

*Jy het gesê dat jy gaan my bel toe jy daar toekom* {you said you were going to call me when you arrived there}

*Jammer maar ek was besig* {Sorry but I was busy}

*Met wat?* {With what?}

*Wat bedoel jy, ek moet my goedjies uitpak* {What do you mean, I had to unpack my things}

*Ohh ja! Wat doen jy nou?* {Ohh yes, What are you doing now?}

*Ek maak skoon, hierdie plek is vol stof* {I'm cleaning, this place is full of dust}

*Where are you staying*, He says over the facetime.

*In an apartment*

*Cool. Well I won't bother you further, totsiens*

*Totsiens* {Goodbye}

I hang up the call. I continue cleaning the windows.

"I'm guessing you didn't tell him your a domestic worker", Mr Zayn says.

"You should really mind your own business Mr Zayn", I roll my eyes.

"You should tell him, he'll find out somehow".

"Shouldn't you be at work or something like, busy with your music".

"Nah, today is a day for swimming", He jumps into the pool causing the water to splash on the side of the window I already cleaned.

"Really!".

"What it's just water", Mr Zayn pulls his wet hair back with his hand.

"Yea but now I'm wet and so is the side that I cleaned", I yell.

"Calm down. You say I'm a grump but you're a bore".

"What if I like being a bore".

"What if I like being a grump".

I really hate this man.

(Thank you for reading guys lya)