another one. || ziam mpreg

chapter seven.

"yes ma'am, i completely understand that, but i cannot change the price of the grand suite just because you're visiting from america. it's against the rules, i'm sorry. but, i can get you a cheaper room with a balcony if that'll do with you?" zayn compromised with the american tourist calmly.

the old lady with the terrible tan job just glared at the hotel employee, her orange cheeks bright with a slightly red tint from the nippy outside air she just entered the building from and the british boy behind the counter ruining her holiday plans, "whatever," she grumbled, "but it better at least have some sort of fridge or i'm calling your manager." she snapped to which zayn only smiled at, the disrespectful behavior very common at his place of work.

"alright, lucky for you there's already a clean room that's nice and ready," he registered her room number on two hotel room cards before happily handing them to her, "i'm still very sorry for the inconvenience, but i hope you have a wonderful stay here at the grants." the woman grunted as she snatched the cards away from zayn, snapping her fingers so the bellboy would follow her to the elevator with her bags.

zayn waited a couple of seconds before he drops the fake cheeriness from his face. he had been working at the hotel for a couple of years now, but the rude customers are something he thinks he'll never get used too.

"you know, one of these days you're just gonna snap." a light voice chuckles besides him. zayn looks over after taking a seat on his complimentary pregnancy stool and glares playfully at his feathered hair friend.

"no i won't," zayn protests, placing his hand on his belly when he feels a slightly sharp pain by his navel, "i've been able to handle it for all these years and i'll be able to handle it for a couple more."

louis hums, signing into his computer to start his shift, "one of these days," he sings, "my gut never lies."

zayn snorts, "you probably just have to shit." he stands up from his stool when he sees a family of guests come in. it's a family of five and zayn examines them, his own family in the front of his brain when suddenly he makes a hard, monotoned noise. louis looks at him curiously from his activity with the computer and zayn just checks the watch around his wrist.

"you good?" louis questions, glancing back and forth between zayn and the computer.

"yeah," zayn says, smiling at the upcoming family, "my water just broke is all ー hello, welcome to the grants, how may i help you?" zayn says normally as the family finally makes it up to the front desk.

louis looks at zayn incredulously as zayn books two rooms on the father's response, not paying any attention to louis' shocked expression. zayn tells them their wait time and continues to register the room cards while louis still stares at zayn. when the family finally departs, zayn takes a seat back on his stool and sighs, rubbing a hand over his forehead.

"don't you ー don't you need to like, go to the hospital, or something?" louis asks, finally finding it in him to speak.

zayn shrugs, checking the time again, "nah, not right now. i only have one more hour on my shift."

"well," louis rubs the back of his neck, confused on the whole situation, "'maybe you should call liam, at least?" zayn looks up at him and hums thinking on louis' proposition.

"i'll call him when my shift is over." zayn says, checking the room availability on the program in front of him, grunting slightly as a contraction hits.

louis just shakes his head, still bewildered on the whole situation and goes back to his work.

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zayn waddles out to the icy minivan, his attire covered up with north face from top to bottom. a relieved sigh emits from his lips when he enters the toasty van, turning his head to take a look at his sleep deprived boyfriend, "next stop, the hospital."