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

thirty-seven || Burn, baby, burn

2 weeks later
16th of December, 2017
Saturday afternoon
5.03pm
Malik Mansion
Stowe, Vermont

You have to tell him.

Those words have been stuck in his mind for two weeks now. Zayn has been trying to tell Liam about his pregnancy but it never really worked out. The jock would often quickly change the subject for some reason or the girls would always come in between. It started stressing him. He even has been avoiding all his friends – especially Liam – and his family through this period of time so no one would get suspicious. But in this case, he could guess they already were due to his distance. He couldn't help himself. He wasn't sure what to do next. After all, he is in a life-changing situation at the moment.

The boy was currently sitting on his bed, doing nothing but stare at the sonogram of his baby whilst debating in his mind whether he should go or not. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared. It felt like Zayn was about to piss his sweats because he was afraid of what Liam might say – or worse, do. For the past fourteen days he's been picturing how the whole confession would end. And every time it ended in the worst way possible. Either with Liam dropping him fully and breaking things off or him calling the junior a freak and bullying him the same way Andy always does. Although Liam was a sweet guy, he knew he had a bad temper. Often due to his father.

Sure he loved Liam, but he was afraid that the brunette might end up hurting him and he just wasn't ready for that type of heartbreak just yet. Zayn has to admit that he's been imagining alternate ending where the latter would actually break up with Sophia once finding out about the baby and that they would end up together and raising their child, but that was a 1 out of 10 possibility that would ever happen. Only if luck was on his side – which it really wasn't as you may know.

Zayn gnawed at his bottom lip until he could taste the blood streaming into his mouth, always shifting around as he thought about what to do. "Fuck it." He exclaimed five minutes later and snatched the sonogram, getting up and grabbing his phone on the way out of his room. He made sure to hide the black and white picture in his pocket, too busy stuffing it in without looking.

His small frame bumped into another's body, causing him to stumble a little back. "Shit- I- I mean, s- sorry." He quickly apologized in a stutter and looked up at the person through his glasses, noticing it was his brother's boyfriend.

"S'Alright." Louis chuckled and sent him a genuine smile. "Shit happens."

The dark haired boy nodded awkwardly and nervously bit his bleeding lip. "I- uh, I gotta- gotta go. Sorry- sorry again." He stumbled upon his own words and brushed passed Te feathery haired latter, Louis just watching him with a slight confused look.

Zayn ignored it and jogged down the stairs, rushing towards the coat racket and the pile of shoes stacked on the floor, grabbing his boots and slipping into them. He tied up the laces, slipped on his coat as well as a fluffy scarf, his red beanie, and a pair of warm gloves. Since it was snowing in Vermont, he didn't want to end up sick for Christmas.

Just as he was about to exit the house as sneaky as possible, he could hear his mother's voice basically shout his full name behind him, the woman sounding a little angry.

"And where do you think you're going?"

The boy mentally cursed and turned around to face his mother, Trisha having her arms crossed over her chest. He smiled sheepishly and blushed, not really sure what to say.

"You are aware that dinner will be ready in half an hour?" She questioned and raised one of her eyebrows at him, tapping her foot on the carpet of the mansion's hallway.