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

forty-two || Family dinner gone wrong

Meanwhile...

Liam was seated in the town's most fanciest restaurant with his father and his grandfather, the small family trying to have a nice night out. It was her death day today. And Kenneth thought it would be a great idea to go out to eat as a family since it's been a really long time. The brunette wasn't in the mood since he still despised his father for what he did, but he went anyways for his grandfather's sake. After the tragic loss of the record store, he decided to be more there for his pop's and take care of him. His grandfather wasn't getting any younger now and he hated not being there for him since he was always there for him.

"This is nice," Geoff hummed lowly as his eyes skimmed over the menu, trying to find a meal he wanted. They didn't exchange much words that day since it was very meaningful to them – well mostly Liam. His father didn't really show any signs of emotions regarding thus. Though, he wouldn't know that since he didn't see him the past ten years after it happened. But he mainly knew that he did not care about tonight. It made Liam mad. As if he had triggered something inside him by just looking at the man's smug face.

"It is." Kenneth replied with a small nod, taking a sip from his favorite white wine whilst looking around. The restaurant was full tonight. A lot of families and couples being seated around the round tables, talking and laughing while enjoying their meal and listening to the classic music that was playing by the small Orchester in the back. There were also people sitting at the bar, having a few drinks and strangers finding each other to most likely spend the night together. It was nice.

Liam didn't really say anything, his eyes glued onto the white table cloth. He played with the silverware, his mind having a million thoughts flying around. He tried not to think about Zayn, pushing those thoughts way back because he couldn't be bothered. Not after what happened.

He looked up when he heard the voice of the waitress appear, his gaze moving towards his father who was obviously flirting with her for the second time that night as she took their orders. The seventeen year old rolled his eyes at that and scoffing quietly.

"And what can I get you, handsome?" The woman asked once she wrote down Geoff's and Kenneth's orders, giggling a little at the comments the older man was making.

"I'll just take the Chicken Parmesan." Liam mumbled and handed his menu to her, the waitress writing it down before walking away, telling them their food would be ready soon. The jock leaned back and folded his arms over his chest, looking straight towards his father who stared after her with a grin.

"Seriously? You're gonna be like this today?" He asked and narrowed his thick brows at him. "You're disgusting."

"Come on, Liam. Can you blame me? She was beautiful, it doesn't hurt if I look." Geoff chuckled and shook his head at his son, giving him a look.

"Any other day is fine, but can you keep it in your pants for tonight at least? Have some respect for mom."

"Your mother would've wanted me not to keep moping around, son."

"My mother would've wanted you to have some self respect after what you did."

"After what I did?"

"You're the reason why she's not here anymore. At least be respectful instead of a disgusting pig."

"You watch your–"

"No." Liam interrupted him stubbornly. "I'm not going to accept the fact that you're sitting here trying to get under some waitress' skirt tonight. It's mom's death day for fucks sake and you're out here thinking about pussy, are you kidding me?" He glared at his father.

"I didn't have a problem with it the other nine times." Geoff tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal, the latter's jaw clenching.