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

thirty-three || It's probably just food poisoning

10 minutes later...

"What happened?"

Harry's question rang through the room as Liam carried the sick junior into it, gently placing him onto the free bed. "He's not feeling well." Was all the brunette replied before walking up to the mini fridge located in the corner, getting out a cool bottle of water. He grabbed the bin on the way back and placed it beside Zayn's bed, sitting down and handing him the plastic bottle. After Zayn was done with hurling up his entire breakfast, Liam helped him clean up and get dressed, carrying him down the hall in bridal style and towards the hotel room.

"Thanks." The sixteen year old muttered softly and sat up, opening the bottle and taking a sip from it.

"Wait, I thought you were going to see Bella and Perrie?" The curly haired boy asked with confusion lacing in his voice, looking between Liam and Zayn. The two lovers shared quick glances and the younger boy was ready to speak, but the jock got to it first.

"Right. Uh, he- um, I was on- I was visiting the girls to see what they were up to and I saw that Zayn- that he didn't feel well. So they told me I should take him to his room and they'd- they'd come by after to check up on him." He cleared his throat an sheepishly scratched at the back of his neck, harry eyeing Liam skeptically as if catching him in a lie – which he basically did without even realizing it.

"Right..." He decided to go with it and nodded his head, looking over at a pale faced zayn. The emerald eyed latter placed his book aside, standing up and approaching his bed.

"I'm gonna go get miss Pinnock." Liam looked at Zayn who just nodded his head, watching the seventeen year old exit the room. His attention shifted back to the curly haired bloke who was now sitting down on the empty spot the jock sat in.

"So, how was it?"

"Excuse me?" Zayn looked at Harry a little confused, not sure what he meant. "What're you talking about?"

"Please." Harry chortled. "Even a blind man can tell that you two have a thing."

The dark haired boy's heart stopped beating for a second when he heard him say that, his lips slightly parting. "I don't- uh, no- I- I mean- we don't- we don't have a thing." He stuttered, his cheeks gaining a slight rosé color.

"You can stop lying." The curly haired latter pulled his long legs up on the bed and grinned cheekily. "How's the sex?"

"I'm not answering that."

"Oh come on, how is it? Is he good? Ohh, is he big though?" Zayn felt his stomach churn as harry continued to banter him with questions about his and Liam's sex life, the sickness rising in his throat again. He gagged quietly before bending over the bin beside him and throwing up again, catching the other boy off guard.

"Not the answer I was expecting." The sixteen year old heard him say and all he did was groan in response, getting everything out that was forcing itself up his gullet. He coughed after and spat the rest out, slowly pushing himself up. He scrunched his nose up in pure disgust and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You okay?"

"I'm- I'm fine." Zayn replied and licked his lips a little, grabbing the water and drinking some. "It's probably just food poisoning." He said afterwards and slumped back into the pillows.

"Or you're pregnant." Harry joked with a snort, cracking himself up. Zayn creased his eyebrows at him and looked at him with a weird glance before the door to their room opened. Their heads whipped into the direction and in came a slightly flustered English teacher with messy dark curls and her shirt a little undone. She cleared her throat and looked over at her student.