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

thirty-two || Unexpected turn

30 minutes later...
12.46pm

Zayn walked out of the bathroom once he was all freshened up, drying his curls with a towel as he walked over to his bed. After settling into his hotel room with harry, he had decided to take a shower just in time before meeting up with Liam. He wanted to be fresh when he'd meet up with Liam, not sure what they were going to do but he could think of something.

"This place is really nice." The curly haired latter hummed from his bed, looking down at the book he was reading. "It's really luxurious." Zayn only hummed in agreement, not really in the mood to talk to the lad.

"Where are you going?" He heard Harry ask from his bed, making the boy look up at him.

"Just gonna go see Perrie and Bella. Why?" Zayn asked him confused, raising a brow. "It's not like it concerns you..."

"I'm just wondering." Harry simply shrugged and tilted his head. "We just arrived and settled in and you already want to leave me."

"Well," Zayn tried thinking of a valid reason, but pursed his lips when he thought of nothing, "I want to hang out with my friends. It's not that dramatic."

"And you're saying we're not?"

"Well, you did tell me at the Halloween party that I committed social suicide."

"I didn't mean it li–"

"Safe it, styles. I really don't wanna hear it. I don't care how you meant it, you said it. So if you'll excuse me." The dark haired boy rolled his eyes and put the towel away before making his way out of the room, grabbing his phone on the way. He sighed softly once closing the door behind him and looked down at the mobile device, texting his parents he was alive and well on his way to Liam's room.

Once reaching it, he slipped his phone into his pocket, looked around the empty hallway and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer. He looked up almost immediately when the door opened and his eyes landed on a shirtless lad – which was not Liam.

"What are you doing here?" Philip asked, sounding rather rude.

"Is- is- uh, is Liam there?" Zayn questioned and fiddled with his fingers, chewing his lower lip.

"Why? You come here to suck his dick?" Philip snorted and raised a brow. "That is what you're known for, right? Sucking guys dick. Get it, because you're–"

"I get it. Not sure if you get it though."

"Why do you think that?"

"Being gay is like being straight. You just don't like pussy, you like dick. But that doesn't mean you want to suck every guy's dick. Especially when it comes to men who have small pricks, like you for example. We have our boundaries, you know." Zayn looked up at Philip with an innocent smile. "Now, if you're done with your attempt to insult me, I'd like to go see Liam." He finished and pushed passed his classmate, walking into the hotel room.

"Faggot." The boy heard him mumble behind him but shrugged it off, deciding not to let it bother him. The next thing he knew was the door closing behind him, glancing back to notice that he was gone. Probably going ahead and visiting his girlfriend.

He looked over at Liam's bed and noticed the brunette sitting on it, shirtless as well and wearing nothing but a pair of sweats which hung very low on his hips. He could basically see the lad's pubic hair being exposed and god he hated himself for being so attracted to him. His mouth watered at the sight.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Zayn's eyes snapped up to Liam's face and he felt his cheeks warm up, a giggle coming from him.

"Sorry." He sheepishly looked down at his feet, embarrassed to look at the older latter.