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In which a famous divorced couple struggle through a hate/love relationship and manage to take care of their 14 month old son together, trying their best not to rip each other's heads off for their little baby boy.
Top!Liam/Mpreg/Pregnant...
Look at how things change, 'cause now you're the train And I'm tied to the track ~ Dangerously, Charlie Puth
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3 hours later Tuesday evening 4.49PM Vogue building
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"I could honestly kill him sometimes." Zayn muttered as he let his stylist put on a little bit of make up for his next shoot as well as hairspray, his manager, Rachael, sitting on the leather couch of his dressing room with her eyes glued on her phone. After finishing visiting the Zoo, Zayn was called up by her because of a photoshoot for the next vogue. He had to leave Felix behind with Liam and allowed him to stay at his penthouse. But just to be safe, he made sure Richard, the security guard of the building, would come by and check up on them.
"Then why don't you just do it?" Rachael asked clearly annoyed by Zayn's constant complaining about his ex-husband, rolling her eyes at him. The lad glared at her through the mirror and bit his lip. "He's still the father of my son." He said and sighed softly, grabbing his phone from the dresser to check if he received any calls or texts.
"Stop complaining then." The young woman said in a duh voice, Zayn looking back at her. He swore he wished he could just stab her with a knife already. He never liked her, ever. Rachael was worse than he was. She was mean, bitter and ready to steal everyone's man just to get attention. Zayn even found out that Liam had slept with her shortly after they broke up to piss him off and get back at him – which obviously worked. But he couldn't fire her since she had something up her sleeve that could ruin both his and Liam's career. And as much as he wanted to ruin Liam, he couldn't put that at risk. Both of them worked hard to get into the position they were standing in right now.
Before Zayn could even reply to his manager, the door swung open and slammed against the wall, a loud high pitched squeal bouncing off the four walls. "Zaynie!" The familiar blonde haired girl grinned widely as her eyes set on her best friend, quickly running up to him to tackle the lad in a bone crushing hug. He regretted ever getting her those boxing lessons with Paddy.
But nonetheless, he chuckled softly and returned the hug. "Hey Gee." He smiled and pulled back from their embrace, looking up at Gigi who was grinning down at him.
"How've you been, sexy?" The American girl asked and fixed her fluffy robe a little before sitting down on the couch beside Rachael, but completely ignored her since she disliked her as well.
"I've been better." Zayn hummed and looked at himself in the mirror once the stylist was done, thanking her with a smile. "What about you? How are things with the misses?" He grabbed the lipgloss from the side and dabbed some on his lips.
"Oh you know, same old shit. But I'm happy that she'll be flying in early tomorrow. You have no idea what I'll do to her." Gigi smirked and wiggled her perfectly plucked eyebrows at the Bradford lad who just rolled his eyes and playfully scoffed in disgust.
