LEMONADE :: ZAYN

intuition

I tried to make a home out of you.

But doors lead to trap doors. A stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician, able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3am and lie to me.

What are you hiding?

The past and the future merge to meet us here.

What luck, what a fucking curse.

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She knew it.

She just knew how...

She knew it.

Today, she was suspicious of her husband.. Today, she had a small clue of his actions and today, she was going to stay silent and go on with the routine.

Gizelle dipped her baby girl, Amal, in the bathtub, watching her sit up on her own and play with the slowly growing bubbles. She smiled at the little girl's laughter, knowing she'd never let her down no matter what.

She had her doubts about Zayn.

"Yes, that's a ducky!" she clapped with the almost two year old and laughed.

"Ducky!" she blabbered, holding the toy up and grinning a toothy grin at her mother.

"Yup," she leaned down and kissed her cheek. Gizelle ran her hand over Amal's beautiful curls. "Can you wash up on your own?"

The little girl nodded, taking the bathing sponge and smushing it on her face. Gizelle giggled, watching her baby messily put soap on her arms.

Her baby was so pretty, she thought. Big, kinky curls and smooth brown skin that was only a shade or two lighter than her mother's. Her eyes were a lighter brown, the color of whiskey just like her father's, and her mouth was set in a beautiful pout at all times.

Just like her father's.

Amal was a carefree little girl, oblivious to the growing tension in the household.

Gizelle sighed, smiling warmly at her baby as she splashed in the soapy water.

"Mommy, I done," her daughter shakily stood up in the tub, ready for Gizelle to pour water on her.

"Good job, baby!" she praised, "all clean?" Amal nodded and Gizelle took a plastic cup, scooping it in the bath and pouring it on her shoulders. She giggled, ducking her head and holding onto the edge of the bath. They did this a few more times before Gizelle grabbed a towel and hugged her baby close when she pulled her out the tub.

"Let's get ready for bed."

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She pulled a towel from the rack and quickly wrapped it around her body. A shower was what she needed at this time of night.

Her mind racked with so many questions, questions like, where the fuck was Zayn?

It was three thirty seven in the morning and he still wasn't back from "work".

Granted, he was looking to expand his business and the paperwork must have been hectic, but, if he was supposed to get off at six, why would it take nine hours to get home?

Lately, she'd been washing his clothes and finding lipstick stains that were nowhere near the shades she wore. Red wasn't her color.

Lately, he'd been making more discreet phone calls that had nothing to do with business. He even put a new password on his phone.

Lately, he hadn't been intimate with her and it was killing her because he was out possibly fucking other girls and she stayed home to care for their child.

Lately, Zayn had been fucking up.

Gizelle dried herself off in the bathroom and applied lotion. She slipped on a baggy t-shirt and panties, grabbing a bonnet and putting it on over her head.

She heard the front door open downstairs and rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who it was and wondering what lies he was going to tell this time. She cut her bedside lamp off and snuggled under the covers, hearing his feet clamber up the stairs in the process.

"Zelle?" his deep voice spoke, "shit."

She rolled over again.

"Yeah, it was cool," he tried to whisper, "no, no -- yeah, of course," she heard him kick his shoes off carelessly, "she's sleeping. No," he chuckled, "we can't do that. Not that. Yeah. I had a good time, too. Yeah. Anything for you."

Anything for you.

"Tomorrow? Okay, bye," he must have hung up because before she knew it, Zayn was crawling in the bed and wrapping his arms around his wife.

She'd never smelled this perfume before.

Gizelle fake hummed sleepily, opening her eyes to see the blank wall in front of her.

"Who was that?"

Zayn froze noticeably, clearing his throat. "You're awake."

"Sort of. So, who was that?"

"Employee," he removed one of his hands and scratched his head, "needed new contracts to make up with the lawyers."

That didn't even make sense.

"Really?" she muttered sarcastically.

"Yeah, all is good now."

You're lying right in my face, she thought to herself, feeling her eyes water at the thought of him sneaking around.

"Okay," his phone buzzed and he reached over to get it. Suddenly, she could feel him getting hard against her backside and she moved away, away from him and away from the lies he'd told.

"What are you doing?" he asked softly.

"I'm not having sex with you tonight and whatever is making you think so got you all the way fucked up," she sighed and pulled all the covers towards her, "go the fuck to sleep, Zayn."

He groaned, turning the other way and continued typing on his phone.

"Goodnight."

She didn't respond, instead, she let a few tears fall down her face as she closed her eyes. She'd never felt so helpless and broken over something in her life. Gizelle didn't want to believe she was being cheated on. Her, of all people.

Zayn got up minutes later and walked into the bathroom, his phone in hand. He closed the door and cut the shower on, oblivious to his wife sobbing into the pillow knowing exactly what he was about to do.

What are you doing, my love?

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PRAY YOU CATCH ME

just a chapter one to get you interested

bye babies xx

- your favorite lil jawn