In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

seven || Spending a day with Mister Liam Payne

The next day
14th of October, 2017
Saturday morning
10.23am
Malik Mansion

After Liam had dropped him off at his house, the sixteen year old Junior had instantly made his way to his bed, dropping himself on his comfortable bed he missed oh-so much during his time at the party. Without any care, he fell asleep, not caring whether he was still wearing his clothes. The stench of weed and smoke didn't even really matter to him. And of course, as always, the boy's worries drifted away and he only dreamt of the brunette, not once thinking back about what had happened the other night.

The next morning, he woke up to something light tickling the tip of his nose, causing him to scrunch it up. He turned his head and buried his face more into the soft pillows to avoid the ticklish feeling. But it continued to spread around his cheek, making him whine in annoyance and swat the object away. He heard a snicker coming from beside him and knew exactly who it was, annoyance washing over him.

"Wakey, wakey, Zaynie-boo." His brother said in a baby voice, using the unique peacock feather he stole from Zayn's desk to continue to tickle him.

"Fuck off, Toni." Zayn grumbled and slapped his hand, a quiet 'ow' coming from the twenty-two year old. "Let me sleep." He mumbled and tried to cuddle himself more into his bed and sheets, humming softly.

"Liam's here,"

When Zayn heard his brother say those two words, the young boy was quick to sit up, suddenly being wide awake. "Liam's here?" He looked over at his older brother who bursted into fits of loud laughter, Zayn pursing his lips. He realized what his brother just did. The lad wiped his eyes as tears began to form due to laughing so hard, his hand clutching onto his stomach. He calmed down slowly, panting a little.

"Jesus, you should've seen the look on your face." He snorted. "'Liam's here?'" He mocked his little brother, grimacing a little. The sixteen year old blushed and looked down before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.

"Get out, arsehole." The boy snapped at him and sent him a glare. "You're a dick."

Toni stopped. "The fuck did you just call me?" He asked and lifted one of his brows.

"You heard me," Zayn scoffed, "you're a fucking dick. Now get out." He motioned towards his door, throwing the sheets aside. Just as he was about to get up, he got a pillow charged in his face, the rough impact pushing him back down.

"Don't ever fucking call me that again, got that?" Toni leaned over his younger brother's body and glared down at him. Zayn felt a little small, flashbacks from last night reappearing in front of his eyes. He gulped, silently nodding his head

"Good," his brother hummed in approval and patting his leg, "glad we had this agreement." He grinned and stood up straight. "Also, you should really do something about that stench. It's disgusting." He told him with a chuckle and turned around, heading out of his bedroom.

Zayn stared at the ceiling for a good minute, his teeth unknowingly gnawing at his bottom lip. He couldn't unsee what would have happened if Liam never came in between him and Andy. Despite supposedly being mad at him, he was kind of glad that the brunette jumped in and literally saved him from the blond.

He pushed the thought aside and decided to get ready before joining his family for breakfast. He took a shower and changed into some fresh clothes after stuffing his old ones into the dirty laundry pile. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and walked down the stairs. He stepped into the kitchen and took a seat beside his father who was busy reading the morning newspaper. His mother was standing in front of the stove, cooking more breakfast.

His mother liked cooking a lot of food. It didn't matter if they were only a family of four, she just loved to cook enough to feed an whole army. The boy fixed himself a plate of pancakes and scrambled eggs with turkey bacon bits and basil. He poured himself some fresh orange juice, humming softly. He started eating after adding some maple syrup, looking over at his brother. Toni was too busy texting someone, a cheeky grin placed on his lips.

"How was the party, sweetheart?" Trisha asked as soon as she joined her family, slapping the back of Toni's head to catch his attention. "We're eating. Put that phone down." She told him with a stern look and shook her head at her oldest son.

"Okay." Zayn replied curtly, shrugging his shoulders.

"That's it?" Yaser asked beside him, looking at him from his newspaper.

"Parties aren't my thing." Zayn deadpanned and licked his sticky lips.

"No wonder you have no friends. You're just fucking boring." Toni snorted loudly, getting another slap on the back of his head. "Mom!"

"Language," she scolded at him, "and stop bullying your brother. Enough is enough."

Zayn sighed and stayed quiet, continuing to eat his food. Toni mumbled a low 'whatever', scoffing to himself at that. It wasn't long until their doorbell rung, all four of them looking over at the door of the kitchen. "Is anyone expecting someone?" Trisha asked confused and stood up, walking out of the kitchen to answer the door.

"Hi, Misses Malik. My name is Liam Payne. Is- uh, is Zayn here?" A familiar voice asked and Zayn could feel his heart take a leap in his chest, choking on the piece of pancake he was currently chewing on.

Yaser looked at him worriedly. "You okay?"

"I'm- I'm fine." Zayn coughed and took a sip of his orange juice, slowly calming.

"Zayn, sweetheart, you have a... very handsome guest here." He heard his mother call for him, Zayn's insides turning into mush. He got up slowly and ignored his father's and brother's looks before heading out, looking up to see the senior standing by the door with his mother.

"Is this the boy you've been talking about, honey?" Trisha asked and turned her head to smile at her youngest son. Liam's brows shot up and he looked at Zayn, smiling. Zayn blushed. "Mom, I can handle this. Uh, could you please," He motioned back to the kitchen, the woman chuckling.

"Of course. Don't want your old mother to embarrass you sweetheart." She grinned. "It was nice meeting you hun. And please, for future meet ups, call me Trisha. Misses Malik makes me seem old." She cackled and patted his arm before leaving to the kitchen, winking at her son.

Zayn cleared his throat. "Right- um, sorry 'bout that." He laughed sheepishly and looked up at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to see if you're okay after last night." Liam said softly and looked at him. "And I also wanted to ask if you'd like to hang out with me today? As- as an apology for ditching you like that to have- uh, to have sex with Sophia." He stuttered a little, Zayn being surprised at that.

"Sure." He smiled a little. "I'd- I'd love to."

Liam's lips curled into a wide smile at that. His nose lightly scrunching and the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Great!" He said a little too enthusiastic, realizing it seconds later. "I mean- uh, cool." He cleared his throat.

The young boy giggled at that and bit his lip. "Just let me get my stuff." He said and held up his finger, turning around. He jogged upstairs, trying his best not to squeal.