My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

'Hell-o-Nyc'

'Shall we move to a place we escape from. Is it the people or their approach? Is it about love or lies? Whatever it is, all I know is that it's manufactured'
Nowhere Existing

Listen to Welcome to Newyork by Taylor Swift for this chapter
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Chapter 2: Hell-o Nyc

My eyes made a silent swirl as I could feel the car was paralyzed. I looked to my left, bumpy road and too many shops, to my right, Luke gobbling a huge bite of Mc crispy, lettuce and cheese drooling from his tiny mouth apparently. I wonder if that little piercing below there would hurt him or not.He grabbed a tissue as he caught me staring at him.

"God Jess, how do you never fail to embarass me?" He said.

"And when did you started eating like a wolf?' I replied in my ever sleepy husky voice.

He smiled. That's his only way of being what he is. Smiles are too confusing. You have no idea what the other person hides in that single smile, it may betray you, it may make you believe in something wrong.
It took another five seconds honestly for Luke to complete his 'meal'.
Newyork became our destination few hours later maybe?

We both were too exhausted to do something funtional. Luke groggily led out our bags followed by me. Our home, let me describe it in actual real words. COUCH STAINED WITH LUKE'S MATERIALS, NACHOS CRUSHED ON THE FLOOR, MUSTARD ON THE ROOF AND YEAH HE LEFT HOME WITHOUT ACTUALLY PUTTING OFF THE STOVE SO IT ENDED UP WITH A BURNT PAN AND OTHER UGLY AFTER EFFECTS.

"Luke what the hell?" I asked startled to know it was actually less than I expected

He smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
I sighed giving him a i-know-you-are-not-embarrassed look.

Till then I don't remember how we ended up on our beds. We were too tired to sleep actually. Early wake ups to the 'scrumdidlyumptious' scent of crimson colored apples from the nearest orchard pushed me hard to get away from my cosy little quilt. I woke up with an extremely painful headache. It felt like my brain had walls that collided mostly among themselves. After wearing my only Gucci coat and boots, I grabbed my bag and headed outside for fetching some breakfast till Luke slept.
Outside was like daggers of face scrunching cold winds hitting my face rather aggressively. I covered my face with one of my "icy" palms and walked.
Newyork was different. Every thing was just so peculiar about it. The extravagant fashion stores, almost always wet streets and it's nostalgic vibes. The wet streets got me knowing a tons of things .My boots got them dragged against the road. And finally I reached my street. This street is where more than half of Newyork's population lives okay exaggeration alert: but it's always dotted with so many people and children, even oldies spend their time from old houses, wandering in the street. It has an old coffee shop or more specifically a snack bar. The guy here is extremely down to earth yet cheerful, maybe he's just too satisfied with whatever happens in his life. I pushed the door forward with my palm and felt into the delectable smell of pies and pancakes diffusing into the air with my eyes half closed. The guy here probably noticed me before, he fired a smile at me and I opened my eyes to pass him back.

"Hey little one, You back from Omaha?"

I hate when he calls me little one.

"Oh Hey Mark! I replied.

"When did you came here?" He asked with eyes questioning while continued fiddling his fingers with the pie.

"Just yesterday.." I nodded.

"You had fun right? Back with family, friends?"

"Oh tell me about it.. so much fun"He probably just sniffed sarcasm, and then smiled goofily.

"Hey Mark!! Just fetch me some coffee and sandwiches before Luke wakes up"

"Oh yeah sure.." And he went packing stuff and filling huge cups from hot mocha.

While I moved the traces along the shop. It was an old one with creaky wooden windows, cabinets and doors. You could smell wood literally all over the place only if the pies weren't so over powering. I pulled a gaze at the picture hanging on one of the walls. It had Mark who looked like an 80s black and white hero with long bushy hairs covering his entire forehead, a moustache and few chains around his neck. They look real expensive and rare. He had his arms around a young lady with gold locks ending on her shoulders. The huge curls, blue eyes and too much makeup, she suggested a doll face.

"Here you go little one!"
A sudden voice made me jump. Mark stood there carrying bags.

"You really miss her dont you?" I asked while taking my materials. A sudden whirl of emotions flooded his face.. Anger, Love and Betray while I stayed there feeling a pang of guilt hitting my duodenum.

"I do actually but you know what, her beautiful face reminds me of her ugly deeds, people are veiled little one, You never know who bears the real face" he replied while a tear escaped his eyes.
He was right. I mean how quizzical it is to believe your loved ones spits at you. Ask me.
"You should probably go, before the coffee gets cold" he replied while wipping tears off his eyes.
I was embarrassed. I shouldn't have asked that. I can actually feel the whirlpool of hatred and abhorrence that annexes over me everytime someone asks about my mother.
I nodded and walked passed him. I wanted to ask something and I couldnt resist myself.

"Mark!' I called out his name that echoed in his silent shop.
"Yeah.."he turned back with his eyes swollen.
"Why do you keep her picture then" I said with too much curiosity holding me over.
He smiled, a rather dejected smile.
"Just to make sure she was a part of my rotten past"

I stared at him and sighed. Reaching out in the street, I headed towards my home. How could someone hate Mark? He's so natural nothing edited about him. He is like an open book. Now that she left him with a wrinkled face and eyes that demands sympathy every second of his life.

I reached home just before the clouds could actually greet me with their too obvious tears. The door opened a little too loudly as Luke practically jumped up on his couch and stared at me, from my little wet strands (pre-rain showup) to the hunched Gucci boots.
"You wont stop wearing those boots would you? He asked in his ever annoying morning voice.

"No I wont. Here take your stuff" I said blankly while he grabbed bags from my hands.

"So You are ready for college.. it's restarting tommorow" he asked while stuffing enormous bites.

"Luke first start eating like an adult, second yeah I know just a little nervous" I replied as I burnt my lips to the hot coffee.

"Why nervous? It's not like your first time?" He wiped cheese off his cheeks.

"It's not for you. Every single time I step in that building, it give chills down my spine. I am practically invisible to everyone there Luke" I said

"Nothing's gonna happen Okay? If you wont forget what existed in the past, no one would miss a chance to crawl in it and bug you"

I nodded.
It's so damn easy for you, to dress yourself according to what you see and according to what you feel. It's unbelievably impossible for me.
I swear.