My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

'Running into Mr. Kyle'

'It is what it is. Pretending it isn't will only do more harm than good'

Listen to Me, Myself and I by G Eazy and Bebe Rexha for this chapter.

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Chapter 4 'Running into Mr. Kyle'

After cursing myself for spilling out words that aren't even worthy of being heard or asked, I reached home and pushed my already feeble body against the cuddly couch. A little too whacked up from everything, I laid the other side of my face to the couch.

A sound attacked my ears. Is it the phone? Who called us? It's like someone solving the Bermuda Triangle mystery. Apologies, but phone is like that invisible accessory you have in your house, atleast in ours. I walked up to reach the phone, buzzing uncontrollably. At first I thought to direct make it to the voice mail but I felt like it was rather mean.

'Jess here, who's speaking?' I said while yawning unintentionally.

After a moment of awkward silence, a hard coughy voice hit the phone.

'Oh hey Jess! How is my girl?'

'I would love to tell if only you tell me who you are?' I spoke out.

'I'm Charlie honey'. The voice replied yet with another cough. This is getting sick.

'Oh yeah Charlie? Luke is not here, it's better I hung up' I mumbled (the last part)

"Jessica wait. I'm coming to Newyork tommorow to meet you two. How about I stay at your place?" He said without the cough this time.

"Charlie why are you doing this? I dont need a compensation point right now. Whatever greed you have, I am the ony one aware of it, Okay?"
I snapped out.

"You are mentally challenged, you know that?" I could feel rage in his voice.
"It's what you made me. I will show everyone what you conceal behind your big fat mischivieous face"

I hung up the phone. Anger boiled in me promptly. I surrendered myself in the couch again, hitting daggers to his face deep inside my mind. Eyes deliberately closed, after about an hour I heard someone slamming the door violently. I know who it was.

'Jess?' His voice sounds restless.
No change.

'Jess?' The voice buzzed again, with a little shreik this time.

No change. Maybe because I know what was coming next.

'I need to talk, stop annoying me' he screamed, like practically screamed that made me jump.

'I know what you want to talk about' I said blankly while making my way to the kitchen.

'What is your problem? He asked with fire in his eyes.

'I dont know what you are talking about.' I mumbled even though I knew how possessive he was about particular 'things'.
'Fat mischivieous face huh? Would you like to stress your over loaded mind to remember something?" He made the room got pinched with his obnoxious shout.

'Oh so the BBC reported you already?'
I smirked. How coward of him to hide his hideous truth by getting support of my brother.

'What happened? Why were you so mean to him' he asked while lifting hus eyebrows.

'He called me physcopath and you are saying I was being mean'

'Mentally challenged' he corrected me while pointing a finger at me.

'Dont you try to trick me with euphimisms, I know what he meant'
I replied.

'This ain't hilarious or normal Jess, it's not high school where you can bark off people like you did. Just flush out everything. Your getting sick Okay?'