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

thirty-six || Little white lies

4 hours later
Monday evening
7.14pm
Mandarin Oriental

Zayn has been staring at the black and white picture ever since he came back from the hospital. He had no idea what else to do. He couldn't really go to Liam and tell him about the pregnancy right away. The brunette would just drop him then and there. Plus, he'd be seen as even more of a freak now that he was capable of giving birth. The boy was devastated. He was unsure about himself. For god's sake, he was fucking sixteen years old. He still has a entire future ahead of him and now he's pregnant with Liam's baby.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the hotel room opened and in came a stumbling and laughing harry. He quickly hid the sonogram under his pillow and laid down on his bed to not make it obvious, grabbing his book and pretending to read it. He looked up when the curly haired boy came in with a complete stranger, their lips connected in a heated make out session. The boy laid in the bed and watched the two awkwardly as they were making their way to the bed, deciding to clear his throat before witnessing anything he'd regret and never get out his mind.

Harry was the first to pull away from the kiss with the guy chasing after them, his head turning to look at his roommate and instantly blushing. "Oh hey, Zee." He giggled like a drunk school girl. "Didn't think you'd be here." He grabbed the unknown guy's hand and grinned widely. "This is Jayden, by the way. Jayden, this is Zayn. My class- and roommate." Zayn had to admit that the stranger was rather handsome and good-looking, but he wasn't really his type. Although, he did have that fit body everyone lusts after. And the way harry was staring at him, he knew there was something going on.

"Hey." Jayden, the guy harry dragged with him, gave the other boy a nod, Zayn sending him a small smile. "Nice to meet you." He said and glanced over at the emerald eyed latter who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in wonderland.

"Well, we're not gonna bother you any longer," harry snapped out of it and looked over at Zayn. "We're just going to get a few things and then we'll be in our way." He quickly scurried over to his side of the room and went through his open suitcase, getting the things he needed. He walked back over to Jayden and wrapped his arm around his bulging bicep. "Also," he turned his attention back to the dark haired boy, "could you cover me for tonight please? I'm spending the night in Jayden's room." He bit his lip and stared up at him dreamily, Jayden noticing the glance and smirking before wrapping one arm around the latter's waist.

"Come on, pretty." He picked him up swiftly, a surprised squeak coming from the cheeky boy before being carried out the hotel room, Zayn having no clue about what just happened but decided to go with it. He chuckled once the door fell close behind them, a heavy sigh leaving him seconds later.

It wasn't long until there was a knock on the door, making him groan in annoyance. "What is it now?" He mumbled to himself and stood up, walking up to the door. He ripped it open and was about to snap at the person when he saw that it was Liam.

"God- can't you take a hint?" He snapped at the brunette, not in the mood to see him. Especially after what he found out this afternoon.

"Can I please come in?" The brunette asked calmly, looking at the boy with a pleading glimpse. "We really need to–"

"No." With that, Zayn was ready to slam the door shut in his face, but Liam wasn't having it and placed his foot between, stopping it from closing. The boy stepped back when the older latter forcefully pushed the door back open and entered the room, closing it behind him and locking it. "You can't just–"

"Shut up." Liam glared at Zayn, taking the boy a little back. "I'm honestly sick and tired of this attitude facade you have going on there. I really don't know what's wrong with you right now, but all I know is that I just want to have a normal conversation. But I can't do that if you're acting like a fucking pain in the ass. Seriously, every time you accuse me of using you for sex when that is not the fucking case. Jesus, Zayn, I- I don't know how to- ugh!" He ran his fingers through his curls and gripped them a little due to frustration, not sure what to say next.

The junior watched the latter grow frustrated because of the situation he was putting him through, making him feel a little guilty. He looked down at himself and released a soft sigh. "I'm sorry..." he said, his voice barely reaching a whisper. "I don't- I'm more sure what's been up with me lately either." He lied and slumped down on his bed, intertwining his hands.

He could hear shuffling and the felt the bed dip beside him, Liam wrapping his arms around his small waist. The softness of Liam's lips pressing against the nape of his neck caused a slight shiver to run along his spine. It was a kiss that was begging for pleasure, it was a smooth kiss which held reassurance. The boy rested his head against Liam's and closed his eyes, gently biting down his bottom lip.

He placed his hand on the brunette's thigh before moving his head in time when Liam lifted his. Their lips brushed and Zayn could feel butterflies erupt in his stomach, making him all tingly inside. Their moment of silence was comforting, no one daring to say a word because they were too afraid that they might ruin their moment.

"Show me how much I mean to you." Zayn exclaimed softly. "Make- make love to me please." He begged, gripping the lad's shirt.

Without another word, Zayn's wish was Liam's command. He pulled the sixteen year old onto his lap and sealed their lips in a seething yet passionate kiss, which the boy gladly returned. He pressed his body against the brunette's, his delicate fingers holding onto the soft waves of Liam's hair. Things became heated minutes later and the hotel room was filled with Zayn's moaning, the boy completely forgetting about the sonogram under his pillow.