Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)

48 - Two-faced

Prison time has done something incredible to Gigi Hadid's once callous spirit. Firstly, from being as vile and wrathful as they come, the supermodel is now reduced to a mere paltry, meek young woman with her shifty azure eyes always hidden behind her bowed head and long hair. Next, the undeniably excellent posture that Victoria's Secret angel Gigi Hadid is famous for has been long gone as well, her shoulders always hunched now, spine bowed in shame. Lastly, it seems like Gigi has stopped being her usual tactlessly crass self, often mumbling and giving short answers in conversations instead of biting remarks.

All in all, Trisha is greatly disappointed.

"What happened to you, love?" The Malik family matriarch coos, taking Gigi's shaking hands into hers and squeezing them tightly. She schools her features into one of sympathy and heaves out a big sad sigh. While she is rather disgusted with how Gigi changed for the worst, she is also a woman on a mission, her singular focus is on how she will be able to revert the young woman back into her old self. After all, they still have to finish what they have started regarding Zayn. "What did they do to you?"

Ashamed at her current disposition, Gigi trembles, gaze on the dirty floor. "I'm scared, Auntie," she whispers fearfully, biting her lower lip. She tries to discreetly pull her hand out of Trisha's grip. "They keep telling me that I'll never get out of here."

Trisha clicks her tongue. If one has the power, the capacity to manipulate things to their favor, one shall not hesitate to use it, especially during times of crisis, like this one. With a smirk, Trisha nods to the warden stationed just outside Gigi's cell door, feeling her chest swell with how much power she holds to be able to pull this off. She is quite invincible. "Nonsense," she says with confidence. "You are actually officially free right this instant."

"What?" Gigi shrieks. In an instant, her jumpy demeanor changes and she is back to eyeing Trisha and the warden with big eyes. She could hardly believe this. "Auntie, please don't let this be a dream. I cannot take anymore of this place. I have, no...I must get out of here as soon as possible."

"Did I ever joke around with you, Gigi?" Trisha chuckles, grin almost malicious. With a flick of her wrist, the warden approaches with a set of keys, a pen and sheets of paper. Using her connections, Trisha is able to subtly communicate with the judge that is holding Gigi's case, and from there, it has been a simple manner of asking how much money the judge will take to clear Gigi's name.

It's fucking child's play and Doniya, as well as any of the Malik family members, is none the wiser. "My eldest daughter has dropped any and all charges against you. She knows that whatever happened is an accident and that no one is truly at fault. So."

After signing her release papers, Gigi turns to Trisha, tear-filled eyes shining with unending gratitude and hero worship. They then collect her meager possessions, stuff them inside her duffle bag and leave the prison behind. At the parking lot, Gigi sees Louis furiously inhaling his cigarette, eyes cast upwards as he leans against a slightly familiar Mercedes S-Class Saloon.

"Hey, Gi. Glad that you're out of this place," Louis welcomes his friend, smiling charmingly. He opens the door to the vehicle's back seat and slides in after the ladies. After the driver ensures that everyone is seated and the door is locked, he turns the engine on and smoothly maneuvers out of the parking space and into the streets en route to the Malik mansion.

Gigi grins lightly, looking proper relaxed on top of the leather cushion seats of the car. "I owe it all to Auntie Trisha."

"Now that we've established that this is a debt that you owe me," Trisha starts to say, pouring herself a flute of her favorite champagne and taking a satisfied sip. "I would like for us to discuss how you will be able to pay me back."