Assassins

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39. ZAYN

The chicken sizzles in the frying pan as soon as I toss it in and Ana breaks the fettuccine in half. “First meal you’ve ever made was fried chicken?” She asks. “Not exactly.” I grab a pair of silver tongs from the drawer when the doorbell rings. “Who in the hell is here at one in the afternoon?” Ana’s face contorts into confusion.

About to find out...

I walk through the large foyer and look at the peak hole.

FUCKING LORD.

It’s Nadia!

What the hell is she doing here?

I swing the front door open with glaring eyes. “Good afternoon Zayn.” The Botox in her face becomes prominent when she smiles. “What the fuck are you doing at my house while my girlfriend is home? Why are you here period?” I open the door wider to reveal Ana in the kitchen.

“I came by to drop off an Invitation from your father and ask that you attend the event with me.” She crosses her arms with menacing eyes.

If only they terrified me which they don’t...

“Yeah no not happening if any one is going with me it’s Anastasia.” I blankly respond. “Of course you would go that whore of a woman.” She scoffs. “Get the hell off my property if you’re going to insult the woman I love.” She clearly has hearing problems because instead she puts her hand on my chest and whispers in my ear.

I’m very disgusted right now that she’s even touching me, but I don’t want to be rude like last time...

“She better watch out. I’m not easily overthrown.” She threatens.

I’m so scared right now it makes my bones tremble...if only that were the truth.

“Yeah whatever she could kill you right now if she wanted to do so leave.” I wave her off. Her brown eyes ignite with feline ferocity. “Excuse me?” Her voice goes to that damn high pitched tone that makes my balls itch.

“I’m not leaving until you go with me.” She wraps her hands around my torso and smirks when Ana turns around.

Fuck no...I’m not gonna look like damn cheater.

“Nadia leave.” Instead she rubs her hands over my chest at an attempt to be seductive, but I’m so turned off right now it’s not even funny. I snarl at her, then she huffs and slams the door behind her while throwing the invitation inside.

When I turn around Ana’s eyes are furious and her arms are crossed over with her lips set in a firm line.

Fucking hell...

“Why the fuck was she here?” Ana’s tone cuts through the thickening air. “Some stupid invitation. It’s nothing.” I rub the back of my neck when her stature intensifies. I’ve never seen her this way. “It’s nothing? She practically eye-fucked you Zayn to come with her. In front of me!” Her voice booms in the house. Her blue eyes aren’t even blue anymore as the blackness takes over her pupils.

“I said no didn’t I?” I fire back. Her eyes widened with anger. Oh fuck. “Does that change the fact that she made eyes at my boyfriend in my home?” She spits. Her words flood onto the floor like poisonous acid. “Actually Anastasia this is my home and no she wasn’t making eyes at me. Even if she was I would’ve ignored it.” I put my hands in my pockets and gave her a glare.

“Excuse me! What the actual fuck Zayn! Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to share your life with me! This house! Your heart!” She bursts out.

Jesus...

Zayn you done fucked up!

Why would you say that you moron!

“Yes I did!” I rub my fingers over my temples to ease the building frustration. “Then why the fuck was she in this house when I specifically said for her to never come back!” She shouts. The veins in her neck pierce through her tan skin. “I was trying to be polite Ana! I told her to get out! Clearly it didn’t work!” I yell.

She takes the blanket and throws it across the room. Okay now she’s furious. “I don’t give a shit whether you were trying to persuade her to leave! You should’ve slammed the damn door in her face!” Her voice makes my damn ears ring. “I can’t do that Anastasia!” I slap my hands together. “The fuck you mean! You allowing her to stay is disrespectful to me and our relationship! Especially since you two were supposedly going to get married! Do you have an idea how that makes me feel! It’s like you would rather her be here than me!“ Her eyes blaze into mine with brewing anger.

How the hell do I calm her down?

Where’s Brit when you need her?

“I’m sorry!” I shout out. She scoffs at me and yanks her hand through the roots of her scalp. “If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it!” She slams her hand into the nearest wall. “Can we not fucking fight over this please? Babe come on.” I try to go towards her, but she pushes at my chest. “No! Fuck that...fuck that! She’s not going up into this house and take my man away from me! She’s already trying Zayn and your so stupid you can’t see that!” Her fists collide with the counter top.

“Well I’m sorry that I’m an idiot.” I rasp. “I’m sorry too. Cause clearly she’s your top priority of being nice too and instead of respecting me!” She points a hard finger at her chest. “I didn’t even mean it that way!” I defend. Now I’m getting angry over something so damn stupid. “Just because you didn’t mean it that way, doesn’t mean it didn’t look that way!” Her eyes start to glaze over.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m sorry that I spite your damn pride and didn’t realize it, Anastasia!” I pull the chair out from the bar and put my head in my hands. “Are you actually kidding me right now? My damn pride.” She takes a step back and I wish I hadn’t even said that. The damn words just flew right out of my mouth before I could even stop them.

“Baby I-I didn’t mean that.” I try to grab her hand, but she yanks it away. “Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me after you insult the hell out of me! Fuck you Zayn and while you’re at why don’t you go to that damn party with Nadia. Clearly that’s what she wants and you obviously don’t take my feelings into consideration about her not being here. So fuck you. FUCK you!” She turns around and storms up the stairs.

“Anastasia!” I ran after her. “Get the fuck away from me!” She shouts, but I continue to climb the stairs. “Ana come back! I’m sorry!” I chase after her down the hallway as small cries leave her lips. Right as I’m about to crawl through the doorway she slams it in my face.

Fuck!

You’re such a damn coward man!

Why would you say that?

I pound my fists against the door. “Ana open the door! Please! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that!” I yell through the door. “Go away!” She sobs. “I’m not leaving until I make this right!” I continue to pound on the door. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” She yells. I slump against the door onto my knees.

If I had just kept my damn mouth shut she would be in my arms right now...

She wouldn’t be telling me to go away because I hurt her...

I leaned my head against the door listening to Ana’s sobs from what I had said.

How could I have said that?

How did the words just vomit out like they had no implications?

Especially to her knowing how fragile her heart is. It takes only the slightest memoranda to bring back the horrifying memories of the past and I did it in a blink of an eye.

Her pride?

Seriously Zayn?

After everything she’s been through and you say that?

You’re the shittiest boyfriend on the damn planet!

You know how long it took her to grow the courage in order to be with you!

I just want to cradle her in my arms and soothe her back until the tears fade into a kaleidoscope, but it won’t because I caused them. I fucking hurt her and now I don’t know what to do, except sit here like a little bitch hoping she’ll come crawling back to me, yet even that won’t happen.

Ana has more self dignity for herself than that.

More self-preservation for her heart.

“If wanna make this right you better get in here before I slam the door again.” The door swings open and I bolt from the door; crushing her in my arms. “Baby I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I’m so damn sorry.” I put my face in her hair that fills my nose with the scent of strawberries. Her hands pulled me into her hesitantly, but I didn’t give a damn. I want to hold her until she forgives me. I’m such a damn dick for what I said. “I know you’re sorry. You wouldn’t have tried to break the door down if you weren’t sorry.” She sniffles.

I mean...

The hinges are still attached...

I pull back with my arms locked around her. “I was a dick for that.” I caress her face in the palm of my hand. Her cheeks look so swollen and puffy from crying the past hour. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.” She directs a finger at me with glowering eyes. “I promise.” I wipe away the stray tears falling on her face. “I’m sorry too.” She says. My eyes widen in confusion. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” I press her waist against me. “Yes I do. I may have overreacted.” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’m the one who overreacted and said some hurtful things.” I try to give her a smile, but she puts her head in my chest and tugs me closer. “Promise we’ll talk like civilized people next time and not blow up at each other. I barely lasted an hour out here without you. I don’t like that feeling of being upset with your loved ones.” She states as another tear stream down her perfect face. My heart twists in my chest at her words.

I hate being away from you too...

The blue floods into her beautiful orbs again. “I promise.” I put my forehead against hers. “It isn’t healthy for us to fight like that and assume it’s okay.” She cups my face. “Your right.” I sigh. “Now let’s go make dinner and try to be better about communication.” She wipes her cheeks and gives me a sly smile.

At last common ground...

Let me take a breath...

“I can’t cook.” I chuckle a bit. “Let me teach you.” She grabs my hand and leads me downstairs back into the kitchen. “We have to get another package of chicken though. It burned.” She quietly chuckle’s. “That’s my fault.” I sigh and suddenly the fire alarm blares into my eardrums. “Jesus Christ.” I grab a hand-towel and fan the fire alarm to secrete the smoke from the room.

This is an eventful fucking day...

“Open a window.” She yanks the curtains open and pushes the glass up after unlocking the latch. “The smoke can go out of the house.” She grabs the charcoaled chicken and throws it into the yard. “The birds will eat it.” She shrugs. “How organic.” I throw the towel over my shoulder and scoop her up in my arms. “Hey!” I set her on the counter while I open the fridge. “You can be the instructor.” I wink at her. “It’s gonna take some practice.” She hops down.

“Well, it looks like I have a lot to learn.” I grin. She shakes her head at me, and runs her fingers up my muscled abdomen til her palms reach my chest. “Get a cutting board.” She points next to the fridge. “When you slice the chicken make sure you go from front to back, like this.” She takes the blade in my hand and guides me through the seared piece of chicken breast. “Ta da.” She giggles.

“Very simple.” I give her a tiny grin. “Just cut three. I’ll put the rest in a ziplock and tuck it away in the freezer.” She throws out the extra crunchy pasta and dumps out the steamy water. “You might have a facial.” I joke. “I need one. My face is fucking disgusting will all of this acne.” She groans. “You look absolutely gorgeous to me.” I smile and slice the chicken to small bits. “That’s because you’re biased.” She places the pot on the stove and kicks up the heat on high.

“I’m not at all biased.” I finish cutting that chicken and wrap my arms around her waist. “You most certainly are. If we weren’t together you’d think I’m ugly.” She cuts open the pasta package. “That’s just simply untrue.” I planted a kiss on her neck. “Most simply true.” She argues.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Babe no it’s not.” She huffs and turns around from the hot stove. “If I asked for your honest opinion would you give it to me?” I furrow my brows and scrunch my nose. “What kind of douche bag do you think I am?” I attack her midriff and she bursts into giggles. “Not fair! You’re supposed to be honest and now you’re tickling me with raw chicken on your hands!” She wails her feet under me the more I tickle her.

“Shower s*x sounds great.” I laugh. She literally punches my arm. “Not funny babe.” She twists my arm to get out my grip. “That’s shit hurts.” I wince. “Wash your grody ass fingers.” She orders. I turn the water on and splash her with it. “Zayn!” She squeals. “I’m trying to make dinner!” I put soap on my hands and wash the chicken juice off. “We can cook and still have fun.” I shut the water off and dry my hands. “Your version of fun is in my pants.” She says.

“Not all the time.” I playfully roll my eyes. “Most of the time.” She corrects and tosses the pasta into the boiling water. “Since you burned the chicken why don’t you throw it in some French onion mix and bake it.” She puts her hand on her hips. “English babe.” I give her a deadpan look. “Must I show you everything.” She fixes her black crop top and throws two boxes at me from the pantry. “Mix eggs in a bowl, then put the chicken in there and throw it into the batter. Once it’s covered put it on this rack and set the oven to four hundred.” She instructs.

I grab the eggs and whisk them in the glass bowl she so delicately gave me while crushing up the batter. “Use your whole hand.” She turns off the stove and ‘shocks’ the pasta as if I know what the hell that even means. “You truly can’t cook.” She giggles. “I mostly ate ramen noodles for dinner babe.” I remind her. When I was young I didn’t have much because my parents were always drunk or high and so I basically had to fend for myself. Until Sally forced food down my throat because I was suffering from anorexia.

“I’m gonna steam the broccoli and start the sauce for the noodles.” I put the last piece of chicken on the pan and finally the oven beeps after like a million years. “Throw it in.” I pretend to actually throw it into the oven. “Zayn oh my god!” Ana hollers. A huge roar of laughter fills the air once I start the twenty minute cooking timer. “You scared the crap out of me when you did that.” She says. “Your welcome.” I give her a thumbs up.

After what feels like an hour we sit down in the living room with our food and watch Annabelle Creation. “Always white chicks in movies.” Ana twirls the fork between her fingers before taking a bite of chicken.

This chicken actually smacks...

“Run you stupid ass!” Ana vaguely yells at the T.V. It’s honestly the cutest thing in the world. All of the sudden my phone goes off. “Can’t have one fucking night myself with my woman can I!” I shout. I yank the phone from its cord and scan the screen. It’s my fucking deranged ass mother.

“What?” I growl. Ana flinches in her groggy state.

Sorry babe it’s just my crack addict mom calling me practically from the damn dead...

“Your father had a heart attack and he’s in the hospital!” Her voice yells into the receiver.

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