Zayn Maliks Daughter

Chapter 7

I'm bored, so I figiured what the hell, why not just make a chapter? And, kisskisskerstie is an unpaitent bum, so jere is the next chapter! 😂😂 (ps I am being sarcastic)

Recap:
"Well, Hello, Margo!" Justin says, eyeing me up and down. He smirks at me, then looks at my Dad. "So, sweetie. We have something to tell you." My Dad says. I nod, telling him to go the fuck on. I mean, Justin is already here? That makes it ten times harder to sneak out to that Club! Ugh! And with all my Uncles, and My Dad and My Broth- "Were going on tour for a month." My Dad says. I shrug, and walk to my seat. "So? Your point is?" I mutter, glaring at Justin. But, little did I know, what he said next, would affect me so much more than I thought.
Margos pov
"W-what?" I stuttered. I can't believe my Dad just said that. He said that Uncle Harry, Uncle Niall, Uncle Liam, and Him are leaving for tour. Leaving My brother and Justin to look after me. How the hell will I survive? What the fuck is this? "Sorry, Baby girl." Dad says, getting up from his seat, coming over to hug me. I put my hands up, and walk back slowly. I stop at the kitchen door, looking around at everybody. Everybody has sorry looks, watching my every move. "Mar-" I cut my Dad off, "How the long have you been planning this?" I snap at him. He looks at my Uncles for help, pleading them with his eyes. "U-um we've known about... a w-week." He stutters, looking anywere but at me. A week? A fucking week? A week, damn it? I narrow my eyes to slits, realizing he said 'we've'. So, more than one person knew? I turn my cold glare to my uncles, "Were you guys in on this?" I growl, looking at all of them. Harry nods, soon followed by the rest of them. I laugh coldly, looking at my brother. As if knowing what I was gonna ask, he shakes his head no. I nod, looking away from him. I may hate my brother for selling me out, but I love him. He knows part of my past, excluding the suicidal, and cutting. He would flip his shit if he knew, literally. And a mad James, is a scary James... "Fuck You" I say, codly may I add. Liam was about to call me on 'swearing' and telling me to 'stop because It's unlady like' but Uncle Niall put a finger over his nouth, silencing him. I chuckle, glaring at Liam. "No, Niall." I growl. "Let him. Let him say how sexist he is" I yell. "Let him fucking say how unlady like it is to scream, or fucking swear" I yell, even louder. "Or how unlady like it is to burp or fart" I snap, lowering my voice to a cold whisper. "Sexist dick" I growl, turning my attention to all the shocked faces in the room. My Dads eyes are holding an emotion that is unreadable, and he reachs out to touch my arm, but I grab his hand. I see red, all I see is red, actually. I squeese his hand harder, hearing the screams of my Uncles, and my Brother. I feel Harry trying to take me away from my Dads hand, put I stomp on his foot. Making him let go. Everyone is yelling for me to stop, telling me to let go, but it's all whispers to me. I only hear whispers. It's all blocked out. All I can think of is how angry I am. They're leaving me. Like everyone else in my past, My boyfriend, my friends, everyone left. Nobody liked me in school. Bullied. Thats all I got. I finally let go of my Dads hand, dropping to my knees on the ground. I put my face in my hands and just sob. They're leaving, they're leaving, they're leaving, there leaving. Wait. W-why should I care? I have my brother... I don't need them, right? Right. I'll survive. After all.. I have Luke, and Ashton, And Michael, and Calum. My brother. Yeah, I don't need My Dad. Or Uncles. If I can even call them that anymore.. I stop sobbing, lifting my head to see everyone sitting infront of me, my Da- Zayns hand covered in a bandage. I laugh "When are you leaving?" I say, standing up. I smile at them, and they smile back.
But they'll never know it's fake
"We're leaving tommorow, sweetie." Zayn says, touching my shoulder. I throw his hand off, glaring at him. "Okay, well, Goodbye then." I say happily, even though I'm breaking on the inside. They're actualy leaving, actually leaving me. It's not a joke..
"Goodbye Zayn, Niall, Harry, Louis, and Liam." I say, smiling at them. "Safe trip, mate" I say, walking away
Zayns POV
Margo laughs "When are you leaving?" She says, standing up. She smile at her Uncles and I, and we smile back."We're leaving tommorow, sweetie." I say, touching her shoulder. She throws my hand off, glaring at me. "Okay, well, Goodbye then." She says happily. "Goodbye Zayn, Niall, Harry, Louis, and Liam." She says, smiling at us. "Safe trip, mate" She says, walking away. Ouch. That hurt. She calls her Uncles by there first names sometimes, but never has she ever just called me 'Zayn'. And let me tell you, it hurts. A lot