the worst / zayn malik

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*photo of deion, realistically known as karrueche tran x
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Her knuckles tapped the painted wood of the door and waited for the sound of his heavy footsteps. She was stood outside, the air slightly chilly despite the sun that hung in the sky. The breeze made it cooler than it needed to be.

Soon enough, the door swung open revealing a sleepy Jay, his hair wild and his hand knuckling at his left eye. He was absent of his shirt and a pair of grey sweats hung loose on his legs.

"Hey D," he grumbled, stepping back from the door to let her in. She entered the doorway, looking around his messy flat. His laziness was always something that irritated her.

"This place is a mess, Jay. You need a maid."

"Excuse you, I don't need anything. I'm perfectly capable of cleaning my own place," he said, looking around the living room. Candy wrappers and empty soda cans scattered the table and a half eaten bag of crisps were wide open on the couch. She looked over at him with a risen brow and he pursed his lips. "Okay, maybe not. But if it bothers you so much, maybe you should clean it."

She scoffed and walked over to the armchair beside the couch and sitting her duffel on the cushion. Jay followed her to the kitchen where she began to raid his fridge. He didn't complain due to the fact that this happened every time she came over.

"Have you talked to ma lately?" she asked, ripping open a Fruit Roll Up from his pantry.

"Yeah, like two days ago. I don't think she's getting any better, D."

She glanced up at him, seeing the worry in his eyes before focusing back on unrolling her snack.

"I'm sure she'll be fine," she muttered, more of trying to convince herself that her words were true.

He sighed, abandoning the conversation with the knowledge that she wouldn't be one for participating.

"So.." he said, shrugging, "you gonna tell me what happened last night?"

"Jay, I already told you everything you need to know. And you already know I can't disclose anything about Capone's b-"

"Business work, yeah I know. I'm just worried about you, is all."

"You're always worried about me. Jay, I've told you there's nothing to worry about, I can take care of myself."

"Well, I can't help but worry about my sister when she's trying to leave town because some psycho old man is after her. I don't even know why you even started working with him in the first place. You know you can tell me anything."

"I'll tell you everything soon enough. I just wanna get myself in order first. I have a lot on my plate."

"Well maybe I could help you, if you'd just tell me."

"No," she said firmly, stopping mid-rip into her fruit strip, "you are not getting involved with Capone, Jay. I said I could do this on my own."

"Yeah, and I'm Kernel Sanders. If you could do this on your own you wouldn't be trying to leave."

She glared at him before breaking out into a laugh and sending a punch to his shoulder. He retaliated by snatching her fruit snack and taking a large bite from it.

"Hey! That's mine," she yelled, reaching for the snack that he held above his head.

"Last time I checked it was in my pantry that you got this from," he said, grinning slyly at her who kept reaching.

She grunted, coming off of her tiptoes and crossing her arms.

"Whatever, that's not the point anyway," she said, looking away.