Just a minute (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Newspapers, TV news and Heartbreaks...

*Ashley's POV*

"I am sorry Ashley. That's why I wasn't showing it to you." Eleanor looked down in shame.

I was at a loss of words, how could this happen? This is...hell!

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening." I buried my face in my hands. "It's okay Ashley. It happens with everyone." She rubbed my back soothingly as I sat on the bench.

I looked up only to find her kneeled down in front of me, "It's okay? No, it's not okay. It does not happen with everyone. I am preganent Eleanor. Preganent. I am carrying his child, the symbol of our love. I was thinking of starting a family with him and now...it's all over." She engulfed me in a hug as tears spilled out of my eyes.

"Ash please ignore this." Eleanor rubbed my back as she comforted me.

"No I cannot El!" I pulled back, "I cannot. I cannot ignore this! I cannot ignore pictures of my fiancé in someone else's bed!" I hugged her again.

"They are not true. Media lies." She wiped my tears away, "I forget that I saw Zayn Malik caught in bed with Australian model. I forget about all the news but how can I unsee the post from this Australian girl's instagram of Zayn in her bed. She captioned Zayn's picture as 'Hanging with @naizkilam. He was good in it.' How can I?" I got up.

"Where are you going Ash?" She held my arm. I wiped my tears, "To my dad's house. I cannot live with that man in one house." I got into the car and raced it.

I knew I could get a speeding ticket because I was driving above 70 but it hardly mattered to me at that time.

How could he do that to me? How could he cheat on me? How could he just sleep with some girl and think I would not know?

Tears never seemed to stop. I could not believe my fate. I was preganent and the father of my child was sleeping with someone else.

My phone vibrated in my leather jacket, I fished it out and saw the caller ID. I winced at it and decided to change it asap, Husband, the caller ID said.

I picked it up, "What?" I spitted. "Good morning baby." He cooed.

"Don't you baby me Malik!" I shouted at him. "I know you are upset Ash but you cannot believe the media...You always do this." He said in an innocent voice.

I almost gasped at his words and his confidence, "Yes of course Zayn. I thought the same. I will not believe the media but I cannot unsee a girl's post saying you were good in...bed. Congratulations Mr. Zayn Malik, you are good in bed. She appreciates your dick in her vagina. Such an achievement for you!" I clapped in disgust.

"It is not true Ash. I and the boys we-" I interrupted him, "Don't. Just fucking don't. I do not believe you anymore. You've hurt me Zayn. You've hurt me the most. I cannot trust you...I hate you Zayn!" My voice was filled with venom and I disconnected the call.

I drove to my house...no...his house in the highest speed and packed my bags with tears falling from my eyes.

Crying at the memories, as I went through the house, I regretted my decision of saying 'yes' to him.

I dragged my suitcase and drove to dad's house.

I rang the bell furiously, "Ash?" Mum stared at me in horror as I barged in. "Ashley?" I heard Doniya from the kitchen, instead of bashing over her I ran to my room.

"Stop right there!" James held my arm and stopped me, "What is your problem?" I snapped at him. "Same question." He crossed his arms.

"Za-" I thought of Doniya, she would be hurt to know about her brother. "Nevermind." I tried to walk away. "What did Zayn do?" I heard Doniya's small voice, dipped in tension and horror.