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

twenty-four || One broken heart and more to come

4 hours later
12th of November, 2017
Sunday morning
12.23am
Malik Mansion

Zayn quietly tip toed into the giant mansion after Liam had dropped him off, biting away the goofy smile he had on his lips. His ass felt as if it was on fire, hurting with each step he took. He muttered quiet ow's, wanting nothing more but to reach his bedroom and get out of his clothes which felt icky. He still had a bit of cum left on his abs that he didn't see while cleaning up, his shirt sticking onto him in the most uncomfortable way.

He snuck towards staircase. Just when he thought he made it, the lights switched on, making him freeze mid way. He closed his eyes when he heard a low clearance of a throat, knowing who it belonged to. Baba. The teenage boy slowly turned around on his heels, eyes landing on his father who was sitting in his infamous chair, looking at him with a lifted brow and his reading glasses sunken low on his nose.

"And where did you just come from?" The man asked as he folded his arms in front of his chest, a sheepish smile forming on his son's lips. "Uh–" He had no idea how to respond to his father, nor could he tell him that he was having sex all night with Liam. He would kill him – or more like Liam for all he knew. "I was- um- I was out. Yeah, out." He laughed awkwardly, blushing deeply when his father gave him the look.

"Why do you look like a mess then?"

"What mess?" Zayn asked dumbfounded, of course knowing what his father meant. He cleared his throat, moving his eyes down towards his shoes, kicking away the imaginary dirt on the hallway floor.

"You look like you just left those secret sex parties son." Yaser chuckled and took off his reading glasses, rubbing at his slight scruff. "Now tell me, what happened between you and Liam tonight?"

Zayn pursed his lips, not sure to respond since it was a very embarrassing and awkward moment. "I don't- I mean- I need to- uh, goodnight baba." He quickly saved himself with his stuttering before rushing up the stairs, escaping to his room as fast as he could. Once he was safe, the boy released a breath of relieve, leaning against his door. He huffed and tilted his head back, biting down his bottom lip. He shook his head and dropped his bag on the floor before taking off his clothes, deciding to take a quick shower to take his mind off of things and get ready for bed.

9 hours later
Sunday morning
9.57am

A soft groan left his lips when he heard the swishing sound of his curtains, signaling him that someone was in his room. He scrunched his face and buried it deeply into his pillow, trying to block the light shining through his windows. "Get up, grumpy." His brother's voice rang in the boy's ears, his body aggressively getting shaken up.

"Fuck off, Toni." Zayn whined tiredly and smacked his brother's arm. "It's Friday. Let me sleep."

"It's Sunday, nitwit. Now get your lazy bum up, two girls are here to see you. And they're hot as fuck." With that, The teenage boy heard Toni prance out of his room, the door closing behind him.

"Asshole." The dark haired beauty grumbled against his pillow and shifted, groaning in annoyance. He pushed himself up, rubbing at his tired eyes before blindly reaching for his nightstand and grabbing his glasses. He slipped them on and blinked a little, looking around his bedroom.

With a huff, he forced himself up on his feet, making his way out of his room and down the stairs. He stretched his arms, yawning softly as he stepped into the kitchen, looking at the four young people sitting by the table.

"What are you guys doing here?" Zayn narrowed his brows when he saw Bella and Perrie sit across from Louis and his brother.

"Now is that any way to greet your girlfriends?" Bella scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "How rude."