Cry Baby // z.m

two

Annie hummed to the Beyoncé song playing in the background, grinning as she looked outside at the darkness. Zayn would be home soon, and she has a meal waiting for him as she stood in the kitchen in black strappy lingerie she went out and bought herself to make sure he had never seen it.

Straining the noodles she put a generous amount on his plate, and a small portion on hers having remembered him call her fat just a few weeks in advance.

Her ringtone blasted through the large kitchen and echoed off the surrounding glass walls.

"Hello?" She asked frantically.

"Babygirl I'm coming home a little late, put my plate in the microwave I know your fine ass cooked for me." Zayn grinned shushing the girl that was bent over the counter for him, wiggling her ass in his face. He slapped a few twenties on her sex as she pulled her thong off and hit him with it.

"Oh yeah of course daddy." Annie said softly, rolling her eyes.

"Don't be a brat about it now." Zayn wasn't necessarily loyal to her, and he didn't care if she caught him, but he did care about her feelings every blue moon.

"I'm not, love you."

"Alright bye."

And he was gone.

Annie was young but she definitely was not stupid, she knew he was probably at some strip club or at his office working extremely hard for her, so she sat on the couch drinking some of his liquor that he left in the highest cabinet.

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"What the fuck?" Zayn growled at the sleeping younger girl. She was on the hard-wood floor laying on a sea of blankets without a top on. Her stringy black panties sparked curiosity in Zayn but he couldn't dare to be focused on his sexual needs at the moment. He was trying to figure out why she was naked in front of a wall made entirely out of glass with an empty bottle of Merlot at her side.

"Annie get up." Zayn sighed nudging her side with his foot. The sunlight hit her face as she turned away from Zayn's sudden touch and she groaned.

"What?" She spat punching his boot weakly, a headache pounding in her head.

"You're half naked in front of the window and you're on a floor that's not good for your back, get up." He demanded and she looked up at him with a pitiful forced smile.

"Or what?" She hummed, shoving her face back into the mound of blankets. A few minutes of him glaring at her angrily go by before she speaks up again. "I know you're cheating on me."

Zayn laughs at this. "Cheating on you? That's rich baby girl, last time I checked you weren't shit but an expensive screw and nice company, not my girlfriend." He spat making her eyes water.

"Right." She nodded to herself, of course that's all she was. Standing up angrily she grabs her top off of the couch and puts it on.

Zayn follows her around he house until she enters a room, grabbing a pair of sneaker and pulling her hair into a ponytail. "I don't know where you think you're going because I'm not driving you to your mother's house and I know she's at work."

Stopping in her tracks she pulls a white crop top over her head and grins at him. "That's fine, I'll ask the neighbor for a ride." She states knowing it would piss him off. She pulls that matching tight skirt up and glares at him. "Maybe for some sugar too."

"Shut your fucking mouth, you stupid brat." Zayn yells and she shrugs moving past him but he grabs her arm and shoves her forward into the wall.

"Let me go you psycho." Annie screams snatching her arm away. He pushes her against the glass wall again, bunching up her skirt. 

"He gonna fuck you like I can?" Zayn asks making her scoff and pull away. His facial expression confused because usually every conflict they've ever had has been solved with sex.

"I don't know maybe I might come for once." She states walking out of the house and leaving a prideful Zayn not so prideful.