One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He Denies Your Child 2 //Zayn//

Important:  I was debating if I was going to make a part two for Zayn. Only because the first part seemed to trigger people in the sense that they believed me, the writer, could not distinguish between religion and a race? Which was not the case. Zayn was portrayed as being ignorant and unintelligent. His remark on his daughter not looking Muslim further showed how ignorant he was being with denying his daughter based off of a fact that is not logically possible. Hopefully this clears up things for people if the first disclaimer didn't and not cause further confusion. Also I want to thank everyone for reading here and making me reach over 400k reads. I really appreciate and love you all so much!

You were staying at your sister's house for a little over two weeks. Zayn was constantly calling your phone, leaving messages about how sorry he was and he didn't mean anything that he said. You, of course ignored every texts and calls he made to your phone. The only person you were dedicating your time to was your daughter. She came first in your eyes and you would not have Zayn disrespect her. She was every part of him and for him to claim she wasn't his really hurt you. Your sister came into  the guest room where you were staying.
"How are you doing?" She asks you as you rub small circles on the back of your daughter's back. You let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders. "I've seen better days," you told her honestly. You sister sits on the bed, making herself comfortable. "What time is the hearing tomorrow?" She questions you. You open your mouth to answer her, but was interrupted by the sound of the door bell. Since it was your sister's house, she went to go get the door. The house was only one floor so you could hear her when she answered the door. "Uh...I don't think she wants to see you." You heard your sister tell the person and immediately you knew who it was. Zayn. You could hear him pleading with her to let him see you. Your sister said she would see what she could do. When she came back to the room you rolled your eyes and shook your head.
"Tell him I'm not home."
Your sister gave you a look and went back to tell Zayn your response.
"Obviously she is here if she just told you that." Zayn says in annoyance. "Y/n please just hear me out." Zayn calls out in the house, speaking directly to you. You got up, placing your daughter in the middle of the bed with a whole bunch of pillows around her. You left the room, closing the door behind you quietly.
"What?" You came  walking down the hall to the front door. Your sister looked between the two of you.
"This is none of my business. I'll let ya'll talk this out." You watched her walk away before turning your attention to Zayn.
"Well," you looked at him, ready for whatever excuse he would come up with.
"I'm sorry." He started off saying. "I know that our daughter is in fact mine, I was just high and acting foolish. I was under so much stress with my upcoming tour, and my family pressuring me about dating outside of my race...I should have never said anything about our daughter not looking Muslim. That was so stupid of me to say and I know you hate me for it. She looks just like me and you. I want you to come back home and try to fix this. I don't want to loose our family." He pleads, "please say you'll take me back." He was pretty much on his knees at this point, begging for your forgiveness.
"I need some time to think about this..."