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

nine || Do you wanna be friends?

A/n : I changed the ship Larry into Narry and Touis (aka Louis and Toni). Guess who tops in 'em😏

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6 hours later
Saturday evening
6.12pm
Malik Mansion

After spending the whole day with Liam, the boy could proudly admit that he had fallen into a deeper pit of love. Liam had been nothing but sweet and kind with him, even after almost sharing what might've been the best kiss ever. There was no awkward tension between them throughout the past seven hours and it was perfect. They all got along just fine and Zayn couldn't be any happier. He swore his heart was about to explode because of how happy he actually was. He never really had a chance to hang out with people who treated him nice and he really enjoyed himself.

The two teenagers were walking up the marbled path towards the front porch of Zayn's Mansion, stopping right in front of the door. They turned to look at each other, both not really sure what to say or do – except blush for the hundredth time. They've been doing that around each other a lot lately, especially today.

"Thank you for today," the boy started and broke the silence, the corners of his lips curling into a smile, "I had a lot of fun." He nodded to himself and looked down at his shoes, biting the insides of his cheeks.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Liam smiled widely at that and looked down at the shorter boy. "We should do this again sometime. I'm sure Zendaya would be pleased to see you." He chuckled and rubbed at his stubbled jaw.

"I'd love to." The sixteen year old lifted his head only to meet Liam's gaze, the two standing there staring at each other. There was another moment of silence lingering between them, Zayn's heart thumping repeatedly against his ribcage.

They were both having a moment, their surrounding just fading away. It felt like it was only the two of them, both lost in each other's eyes. But the moment was ruined when the front door opened, revealing Zayn's older brother. Toni leaned his hand against the painted wooden door frame and furrowed his brows at the two, looking at Liam. He checked him out before speaking. "Dinner's ready." His voice was stuck in a monotone, eyes still glued onto Liam as he gave the latter a hard look.

Zayn wanted to tackle his brother and strangle him to death for interrupting the moment, an annoyed sigh leaving him. "I'll see you on Monday, Li." He said shyly and bit his lip, stepping closer. He got on his toes and pressed a soft lingering kiss to Liam's cheek, his own cheeks heating up before he disappeared back inside the house, halting daggers at his brother.

Toni ignored it and looked over at a red faced Liam. "If I hear or see you hurting him, you're dead. Got that, Payne?" He gave him a wicket grin and patted his shoulder before closing the door in his face.

"Was that necessary?" Zayn asked him from behind and placed his hands on his hips. "Do you want him not to talk to me?"

"I prefer that, yeah." Toni nodded. "You're too young to be having relationship love crap problems."

"I'm sixteen!"

"Exactly." The twenty-two year old snorted. "Too young. I don't need some wannabe jock trying to break my baby brothers heart and take his virginity only to play him like a fucking violin." He swung his arm over Zayn's shoulder and ruffled his long curls, a soft whine coming from the younger boy.

"Would you stop using foul language under our roof, Toni?" Trisha scowled from the kitchen after placing her famous chicken casserole on the table, giving him a look. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this. We do not except this type of cursing here! Yaser, say something." She looked at her husband with a huff, the older man chuckling.