Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)

20 - A sister's heart

Doniya Malik is an esteemed, household name among the rich and beautiful, especially when it comes to her celebrated cosmetics line Royal. She is smart, well-mannered and beautiful. She has finished her BA Fashion Design with Marketing at Central Saint Martins, a renowned arts school in the UK. From then on, she has only soared higher, her brand skyrocketing to the top along with big names such as Estee Lauder, Mary Kay and Chanel. She has launched different cosmetics for each season and even put together a series of make-up contests for aspiring make-up artists. At her young age, one can confidently say that she has followed her mother's footsteps and has become the epitome of a successful businesswoman.

As for the more personal aspect of her life, Doniya never fails to impress with her choices. She is engaged to the famous football player, Scott Cole, and is set to be Mrs. Cole early next year. Of course, her mum and dad are nothing but thrilled to give their firstborn daughter to someone as wealthy as them, a person who is capable of giving her only the best in life.

Currently, Doniya is at Suzanne Neville's Bridal Couture Boutique, discussing the details of her gown when her phone alerted her of a message. She is quick to read the text sent and frowns in confusion when she remembers how disappointed she is of her brother's choice in a partner. She is fully prepared to ignore Zayn's message, however, as she pockets her phone, the heart of an eldest sibling urges her to heed the desperate plea. She sighs to herself and smiles apologetically at Suzanne Neville herself.

"I have to go, Mrs. Neville," she says politely, getting up and picking her bag from the coffee table. "It's an emergency. Perhaps we can continue this discussion at a different time."

The designer smiles in understanding and nods, walking Doniya to the entrance. "Sure, love. Have your secretary give me a ring when you're free."

"I will. Bye!"

"See you soon, Ms. Malik!"

Half an hour later, Doniya is right infront of a distressed Zayn, frowning. She is staring straight into his wild eyes, instantly picking up on his desperation and hopelessness.

"What are we doing here, Zayn?" Doniya asks. "And why do you need my help?"

Zayn's eyes mist over and he ducks his head down with a sigh. He rubs the back of his head, says, "It's Harry. He's sick and we need money."

Doniya looks unimpressed by this information. She crosses her arms over her chest, awaiting an explanation.

"I already went to see mum," Zayn forces out once he realizes that Doniya is awaiting a response. "I asked her to give me my bank account back or, at least, one of my credit cards. She refused to."

"You chose this Harry person over us, Zayn," Doniya reminds him flippantly. Of course, she is still a bit sore about the fact that Zayn has chosen to be with some nameless guy over his own family. Most of her anger has cooled down over time, though. Now, she's more sad and hurt that her brother has gone down a different path, one that is away from them. She has always been confident that he will end up with Gigi. "Of course, mum will react this way. If I were in her place, I would have done the same."

For the first time, Zayn catches Doniya's eyes, a fire igniting behind his golden irises. "Just like mum and dad, you don't want me to be happy, is that it?"

Doniya shrugs elegantly, looking around the hospital. "As far as I can see, Harry is not making you happy."

Zayn opens his mouth to retort, but Doniya plows on. "Look at you! You look like a right mess. You've lost weight and your eyes, they look dull, Zayn. I can hardly recognize you."

"Wow, you're starting to sound like mum now, Don," Zayn laughs bitterly. "Let me guess, you'll start calling Harry a gold digger next, aren't you? You are just like them! You can't see how much Harry means to me or how much I mean to him. You are blinded by your money!"