Forced to marry him! Completely re-edited

Easter

3 weeks later

We were spending easter at Tricia's house, she was calling both my family and her extended family. It meant that I would have to deal with a ton of Malik's, I just hoped not all of them were as aggressive and crazy as Tricia.

I didn't know how to act towards Tricia, the last time I had spoken to her I basically screamed in her face calling her a liar. I didn't want to think about what she knew about my family. I'd like to think every single thing coming out of her mouth was a lie. My father did not gamble and gain half a million and to repay her he gave his daughters hand in marriage. My father was an honest, humble man. He'd never do such a thing. I know that, Im his daughter for a reason.

Yet there was tiniest part of me that actually believed her, my father had come from a slightly poor family but he worked hard to increase his salary.....yet how could he gain half a million within a few days....that wasn't possible....was it?

I sat down at my makeup station bringing the curling iron rather close to my face. Taking a strand of brunette hair I curled it around the iron. I had recently died my hair back to brunette since last week. Zayn's stupid 'manager' suggested- well more like forced me to. It felt like I was now used to being forced to do things I was not happy with doing.

Zayn walked out of his closet dressed in navy blue pants that reached his ankles and a while short-sleeved shirt. It seemed to fit him properly, exaggerating his muscles that I had to force myself to look away. From my dressing table mirror I could see he was walking closer to me, his eyes pinned to my back.

When he stood directly behind me he placed a rectangle box. My gaze rested on it to see that it was a pregnancy test. Looking back at him he didn't say a word just walked towards his end of the bed, whilst trying on his watch.

My heart raced as I tried to keep myself composed. The big bold letters in red "PREGNANCY TEST" seemed to blur into one large blob. I blinked multiple times, I could almost feel myself faint and felt like the world was coming down on me.

This was it.....this was actually it. If I was pregnant or not would determine whether I stayed with Zayn or not. I recalled that night when he freaked me to "If I'm not pregnant by the end of this month then i'm defiantly leaving you". This situation just got more stressful than ever. I took in a deep breath and grabbed a hold of the box. I tried to concentrate on the instruction but my mind kept jumping all over the place. I was defiantly over thinking it and by doing that I was freaking myself out.

I glanced over at Zayn who was lying down on the bed but had his whole concentration on me. When he saw that I was watching he quickly looked away.

I grabbed the box and made it to the bathroom. By the time I was finished my hands were shaking like crazy. I had to fist them into balls to stop myself from freaking myself out. The test took 3 minutes to process the information. By the time it was done I was leaning against the bedroom wall with the little pregnancy stick shaking in my hands.

The cool wall pressed up against my back, making me even colder than I already was. If I was pregnant what would I do?....I just didn't know if I could love this baby enough seeing as how it was conceived.....

I shook that thought of my head, of course I would love this child to bits if I was pregnant...no matter the way it was conceived or even the fact that it was Zayns child. I tried to think of our future if we were to start a family. However all I could see was me carrying a few dozen kids and zayn on his phone!

By the time the test was ready Zayn had already approached me. He stood directly in front of me placing his strong right hand on the wall just beside my head. I glanced up at him taking in every detail of him. The way his eyebrows furrowed when he tried to concentrate on the test, or the way he had his jaw clenched.