Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)

38 - Advances

For Gigi Hadid, tonight is the night where she finally lays the foundation of herself into the colossal Malik empire, to cement her name next to the upcoming CEO of the entire company and gain twice as much riches than anyone else.

While the rest of the occupants of the Malik household turn in for the evening, the blonde supermodel is only getting started. Tiptoeing out of her room, she makes a quick journey to Zayn's room despite the slight darkness of the halls, all the while ensuring that she is as quiet as can be. Once outside of Zayn's door, she fixes her blood red satin robe and fluffs up her hair before knocking gently on the wooden surface. She is confident in the knowledge that Zayn is still awake due to the fact that, unlike most of the bedrooms in the mansion, the lad's light is still on, a soft glow underneath his door. When her first series of knocks go unanswered, though, she does them again. This time, Zayn responds.

"Who is it?"

Sighing in relief, Gigi fixes a smile on her face and even pushes her breasts together in her bra, making sure that they create the seductive curve of a cleavage. "It's me, babe," she announces softly, making sure that her voice is loud enough to be heard by Zayn, but not by the other family members. "Can I come in?"

The bed creaks and then Zayn replies, "Erm, sure."

Giddy beyond belief, Gigi enters the bedroom and locks the door behind her. She turns around to look at Zayn and finds him lounging on top of his messy bed, reading, what appeared to be, a comic book. He has changed into his favorite pair of oversized, cotton Iron Man pajamas and has his rounded reading glasses on. Gigi finds him dorky, but still hot. She then wastes no time to join him on the bed, pressing her body close against his, almost rubbing herself into Zayn's skin.

"Zayn, baby," she purrs.

Stiffly, Zayn inches away. "What do you want, Gigi?"

Slightly annoyed, Gigi swallows back her building anger at being treated like a disease. Instead of getting mad, she ups the ante and unties her robe, letting the fabric fall away to reveal her toned body and ink black lacy lingerie. Next, she hooks a long leg over Zayn's waist and starts kissing down his jaw, neck and collarbones. She leaves open mouthed kisses and little nips while gently applying pressure on Zayn's crotch.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Zayn whispers in horror, eyes wide behind his thick glasses. He squirms against Gigi's hold, the comic book in his hand falling onto the floor.

Undeterred, Gigi only tightens her hold on her captive man and sucks a bruise on the base of Zayn's throat, one of her hands creeping under his shirt to caress the warm skin beneath it. This is it. There's no turning back, now that she's basically forcing herself on Zayn. She has decided that, no matter what happens, she will be claiming Zayn's body tonight. She doesn't care if she comes out of this carrying his child and, subsequently, destroys her modelling career. It will all be worth it. She will have him inside her and she will bear his heir, no one else, especially not that poor sod Harry Styles.

Unfortunately, her recklessness is uncanny and she realizes with a start that, maybe, she hasn't planned this as thoroughly as she could. Because, in the next second, a furious Zayn is pushing her with all his might and she ends up sprawled on the floor awkwardly, her robe askew.

She should have listened to her mother and made Zayn drunk before anything else.

"How dare you," Gigi seethes. She wobbles to stand up and glares at Zayn, masking her fear of him with false bravado. "Why do you treat me so badly? I'm your wife."

"Only in front of a judge," Zayn retorts cruelly. He stands up, too, crossing his arms protectively over his chest. He defends himself with the knowledge that their union is only under a civil marriage. Part of the reason why they are preparing for another wedding is because both of their parents want it to be official in the eyes of both God and the law. "Plus, I don't remember that wedding of us. Why should I take any stock on it?"