Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)

40 - Vile

T/W: Blood

It's a pretty uneventful morning, so far.

On her way to her brother's bedroom, Doniya pointedly ignores her mother's presence in the dining room as she passes by. In both of her hands, she concentrates, instead, on balancing a tray with two cups of piping hot earl grey tea, a bowl of sugar cubes and a miniature ceramic pitcher full of cream. There are small biscuits on a platter to share, as well. Although it is quite early, her intent is clear as Doniya works up the courage to have a decent conversation with Zayn about everything, a heart-to-heart talk between the siblings, which has been long overdue. Today, she is fully prepared to wrestle some memories back into Zayn's hibernating brain.

Upon arriving in front of Zayn's room, Doniya carefully transfers the tray onto her left and uses her right hand to knock on the door. "Z, it's me. Open up."

There is some shuffling behind the wooden door and then it opens. Fully expecting to see a grumpy, bleary-eyed Zayn, what Doniya gets, instead, is an early morning surprise when the opened door reveals a barely awake Gigi, clad in a thin crimson robe. The eldest of the Malik siblings finds it hard to swallow down her distaste and it shows in her deep frown and furrowed eyebrows.

"What are you doing in Zayn's room?" Doniya demands, peering over the blonde's shoulders to get a glimpse of the room's interior. She valiantly tries to spot her brother and fails. "Where's Zayn?"

Looking uninterested, Gigi leans on the doorjamb and inspects her fingernails. "Hell if I know," she responds without care, her azure eyes staring straight into Doniya's suspicious ones. "I went in here last night for some cuddles, but he wasn't anywhere in the room."

Doniya doesn't trust the shit that comes out of this woman's mouth, so she barrels her way into the room by pushing Gigi away with her shoulders, almost like a battering ram nudging a locked door open. The blonde yelps when the harsh shove makes her lose her balance and almost makes her fall to the floor. She manages to escape some bruises by holding on tightly to the doorknob, which she grips even harder with anger.

"This bitch," Gigi hisses under her breath, watching as Zayn's older sister puts her tray down on top of the side table. She stands up and crosses the space in angry strides. "I told you already, Zayn's not here."

Doniya glares scathingly at Gigi. "Then, you shouldn't be here, too," she mocks. "Where are your manners, Gigi? Clearly, Zayn's out and this is his bedroom, so this should remain empty, unless Zayn says otherwise. On the other hand, you, woman, are a guest and, therefore, must stay in the guestroom and not here."

"I'm his fianceé and have as much of a right to this room as Zayn," Gigi insists, raising her eyebrows. She cocks her hip to the side and crosses her arms over her chest, smirking and feeling superior over Doniya. "I'm going to be your sister-in-law soon, you know."

"Stop manipulating my brother for your own twisted pleasures," Doniya fumes, her face red. She thinks of the conversation between Louis and Gigi, the one that she has overheard, and remembers her fear for Harry's safety, because, clearly, they have done something to him. They endanger the innocent lad's life to continue their own schemes, which only benefits them more.

"What are you on about, Doniya?" Gigi asks, trying to convey as much innocence as possible. Internally, she is panicking, because Doniya looks as though she knows a lot, maybe even everything about what they have done. "I'm not manipulating Zayn. I love him."

"You make me sick," Doniya spits. She is properly disgusted by the poison that is spilling out of Gigi's mouth. She is trying with all her might to stay as naive as possible, a shield that she thinks is impenetrable. But, in reality, it is a merely a flimsy cover, one which Doniya has already blown. "You only love yourself, woman, and Zayn has wealth that you can add onto yours, which makes you want him in return. You're bloody pathetic."