Cruel {Zarry}

7

They were all sitting in the large living room, his parents, his grandparents and Zayn. All around the coffee table with tea on it and one beer. "So" his grandmother started while stirring her cup of tea, "on the phone you sounded very hysterical, the both of you," she stared at Zayn's mom and then shifted her gaze at Zayn's dad. "I would like to hear the story of what happened one more time please and slowly this time." She added while taking a sip.
Both his parents just glared at each other before Zayn's mom, Trisha, started speaking. "As you know Zayn had come to the age where it is required of me to take off the family ring of the Malik's, which I did. I had it put away in the locker to keep it safe. Until you know, Zayn was at that point of his life. Somehow it ended up in Zayn's room the other night and..." She stopped talking and stared up at Zayn, "maybe it's better if you tell them what happened next. I mean after all you know how it exactly went."

"Uh, alright," Zayn hesitated but carried on, "so yesterday I saw the ring on my nightstand and I regonized it. I picked it up to take a closer look at it and when I went to put it back on the nightstand it slipped and fell under my bed."
He reached for his tea and gulped it down. And here comes the part where I mention Harry. He thought. Do I say my friend Harry or just The son of dad's friend. I mean we aren't exactly friends, are we?

"Zayn? Dear?" Zayn focused his attention back to where the voice calling for him was coming from. "Oh..yeah" he continued, "So I had trouble finding the ring and that's where the son of dad's friend came walking into my room and offered to help. He was able to find the ring and when he was trying to hand me the ring, I-uh I was somewhere else with my mind and didn't noticed it. So he just took my hand and slid it into my finger. And now we're here" he tried to motioned the situation, "Will you please explain to me why this is such a big deal? I mean I can take it off anytime" he raised his hand with the ring on it in the air.

"No," his grandfather interrupted, "once you wear it you can't take it off until you have a child that's old enough to carry on the family tradition."

"What exactly is the family tradition?" Zayn asked even though his mom explained it to him yesterday.

"You're fated to marry the person who puts the ring on you." His grandmother answered with a stern face.

"Okay, but that's like impossible." Zayn stood up.

"No it is not." His grandfather simply stated.

"Hello reality check, in case you forgot.
This - he pointed at his finger- was an accident. I don't even know Harry and even if I did I'm positive that he won't ever marry me. Besides he's a man and wasn't this suppose to be like a family tradition where I hand this ring over to my children with my blood, yeah Harry and I can't have children with my blood running down their veins. So...yeah.. No."

"Son, nothing happens by accident it was all meant to be. It was suppose to fell down under your bed and it was destiny that Harry put it on you." His grandmother said. "Why else would he walk into your room on that exact same moment? Why couldn't you find the ring but he did? Think about it, why would he just take your hand and slid it into your finger when he could have easily just take your hand and placed it in your palm, handed over to you? You said you weren't paying attention when he was trying to hand it over to you, right?" She questioned. Zayn nodded his head. "So what do people usually do to focus the attention back on them? He could have waved his hands in front of you, poke you or just touch you, but he didn't."

Zayn was taken back at the words his grandmother just spoke, now come to think of it, it did made sense. All those things happened for a reason. "But now what?" He questioned, "am I suppose to like marry him? And what about children that have my blood?"

"Zayn, you're young. You know that there are a lot of ways to get your own child. You're only allowed to have one child though." His grandfather spoke.

"And what about Harry? What do I tell him: hey remember when you spontaneously put this ring on my finger? Yeah well congratz now you have to marry me. By the way are you into guys otherwise our marriage will be really awkward. Okay thanks." Zayn sarcastically imitated the conversation.

"Good Lord, He doesn't even know if the boy is gay!" Zayn's dad yelled in disbelieve.

"That's my entire fucking point, dad. I don't fucking know him. I only met him once. And here you are, telling me to marry him. What is this? A fucking arranged marriage? In what year are we? In the fucking year 1800?"

"Zayn watch your language!" His mother scolded. "Right, because I am old enough to get married but heaven forbid I ever curse."

"First of all, you are not going to get married right away. Not so soon. Secondly, I think what your mother was trying to say is that it isn't considerd respectful to curse in front of your parents let alone your grandparents." His grandmother said. "Besides you were only using the word "fuck" don't you know any more curse words? Work on that." His grandfather laughed clearly amused while earning a elbow at his side from his wife.

"I'm glad that unlike some people, you guys are enjoying my problem. I mean I don't even know what to tell Harry." Zayn sighed.

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

"You tell him nothing. Everything else was the work of destiny so leave this too on destiny. The ring has already been placed so the rest will follow eventually." His grandmother answered.