Daddy Malik ( A Zayn Malik Fanfic )

Coffee

*Rosies POV*

I stood there in awe, watching as he paid for my coffee, taking both his card back and my coffee. "Thanks, love," he says to the cashier as he moves away from the line. It took me a good second to follow, receiving impatient huffs and puffs from the customers waiting in line behind me. "Sorry, sorry," I apologized, quickly scooting towards the side. I slowly followed him towards an open table for two near the window. "You didn't have to pay, I have money," I stammered as I sat across from him, avoiding his eye contact by staring out the large glass window next to us. "Yeah, but I wanted to," he simply replied. His slight chuckle at the end caught me off guard, making me turn towards him. "What?" I asked as I observed his features, waiting for a reply. "Nothing," he responded simply, smiling. "Listen Rosie," he began, placing his phone on the small table. "We need to talk," he continued on, shifting off his jacket and placing it over the back of his chair. "I know you don't want to remember, but you can't just shrug it off either," he added, leaning forward, folding his hands in front of him on the table next to his phone. My gaze left his, scanning the floor as I had nothing to say. "Anyway-" he started before my phone cut him off. "Sorry, one sec," I said before pulling my phone out to check the caller I.D. Harry. I quickly denied the call, placing my phone under a thigh. "Anyway as you were saying," I added, focusing my attention back to him. "So how's everything go-" he started, just to get cut off by my phone again. I rolled my eyes, removing the phone and pressing the green button. "Hold on," I said into the phone before excusing myself from the table, "I'm sorry I'll be back," I said before exiting the shop.

*Zayn's POV*

I watched as she headed away from the table and out the front door. I sat alone, tapping my fingers on the marble table as I glanced around the small coffee shop. It wasn't crowded, more rather peacefully and nice. Taking away my attention from the small area, I retrieved my flipped phone from the table in front of me, turning it over and checking it. It had only taken her about twenty minutes chatting to whomever it was. "Sorry," she smiled as she sat back down in her seat across from me. "No problem love," I smiled back, making her blush and change her gaze to the floor. "So as you were saying?" she questioned, looking back up at me. "Oh right," I began, locking my phone and placing it back onto the table as I sat forward. "So what did you wanna speak about?" she asked lowly, her mood different front before. "Are you okay?" I asked before heading in. She nodded her head, sliding down her seat a little as she awaited for me to continue. "So me and you both know we have a whole lot of history together," (AN -HAHA HAD TO DO IT) I began, watching as she shook her head in approval to finish. "And I know you would love to keep it in the past and never speak of it again," I added, giving myself a moment this time before finally saying it. "But there's something I need to ask you honestly- and want you to respond honest," I finished, staring at her as she sat forward and muttered a low 'okay' as she cocked her head in confusion. "So, Emma," I breathed, feeling both me and her tense up. I watched as she bit her bottom lip, trying her hardest to avoid eye contact. "Yeah? she asked, wondering where I was going. "How- uhm," I began, not being able to continue just yet. "How what?" she pushed a little, her gaze focused on me and only me. "How old is she?" I asked more openly now, feeling she was completely curious to my questions. I watched as she took in a deep breath, slouching back in her chair and redirecting her gaze once again. "four-almost five," she replied lowly, playing with her finger nails. I nodded, biting my bottom lip in nervousness to continue on. "Anything else? Or did you just call me down here to ask me my daughters age?" she quizzed, switching her attention between me and the floor. "Your daughter?" I blurted out, taking both her and myself by surprise. "Excuse me?" she spat, leaning more forward in her seat. "I - I'm so sorry Rosie. I just mean-" "Mean what !?" she cut me off to say. "Can I ask something, please?" I asked, wanting to get it out already. She rolled her eyes, nodding as she once again laid eyes on the tiled floor. "Is she, um, mine?" I asked lowly, sitting back in my chair as I waited for her response. She took her attention off of the floor, directing it on me. I felt as if she were go stare anymore, she could burn a hole through me. Maybe that's what she was trying to do. "It-sorry never mind. this was a bad choice. I'm sorry, I'll go," I squished together, pushing out my seat as I gathered my phone and jacket. She didn't say a word or move, her eyes rested in front of her. "Once again, I'm sorry," I added once more before pushing in my seat and sliding on my jacket and heading for the front door. I wasn't even halfway down the block before I heard my name being called. I turned to my right, to find Rosie standing in front of the shop as she looked at me with a sympathetic  look. "Yes?" I asked as I edged closer to her it took her a moment before she replied, "she is your child." And in that second, I didn't know if I wanted to feel extremely happy or scared. It was a little bit of both that jumbled in the out of my stomach.

AN HERE IT IS IM SO SORRY ITS CRAPPY I TRIED MY ALL IM WRITING A NEW STORY TOO I ACTUALLY GOT THE INSPIRATION WHILE WALKING TO COLLEGE COS OF THE BIG HOUSES AND NICE CARS AND BOATS. I LET YOU GUYS KNOW SO YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT. BUT READ. COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK. ILY ALL. VOTE. ❤️❤️