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

forty-four || I knew he was bad news

The next day
21st of December, 2017
Thursday morning
6.34am
Malik Residence

Zayn crouched over the toilet bowl as he threw up last night's dinner, choking a little. He released a soft groan in slight agony, rubbing his stomach before slowly rising from where he was kneeling. He flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth, brushing his teeth to get the awful aftertaste away. The boy splashed some water in his face and rubbed at his eyes, lifting his head to stare at himself in the mirror.

He looked tired and pale. Nothing out of the ordinary really. He would usually look like this after his morning sickness. It annoyed him. With a heavy sigh rumbling from his chest, he decided to continue getting ready for the school day. Christmas break was in less than a day. Zayn was glad because it meant three weeks of locking himself up in his room and eating a bunch of food to feed two people. No more being humiliated till the new year. No more facing Andy till the new year. No more seeing Liam with Sophia till the new year. He was glad – no – relieved. And hopefully his parents planned to fly to the UK so they could visit their grandparents for Christmas or even New Year's Eve. Whichever it was, he just hoped they would leave the country this break.

Zayn rubbed at his face and made his way out of the bathroom, walking back into his room and towards his walk-in-closet where he looked for a outfit to wear today. Once finally finding something decent, he changed into it, tying his long hair back into a ponytail. This reminded him that he needed to cut the tips of his hair a little so it would continue looking healthy. But he liked the length it had. It looked good.

The boy slipped into his shoes and put on his glasses, fixing them on the bridge of his nose before grabbing his phone from the charger and moving on to grab his bag. After his conversation with Kenneth the other day, Zayn felt motivated to finally talk to Liam. But there was an uneasy feeling in his stomach that made him think something bad would happen. And it most definitely was not his morning sickness talking.

The boy shook his head, knowing he was fooling himself before he checked his phone to see if he received any messages.

Bels💕 30m ago
I'm gonna pick you up around 7 so be ready😤

Bels💕 29m ago
Can't afford to be late again because the queen needs to get ready🙄😂

The dark haired boy chuckled at the messages. After Bella found out about to accusations towards him and the rumors, she decided to ask him first what happened before believing anything the others told her. He explained the truth to her and she instantly believed him only which he was glad. Same was with Perrie and Alex. All three knew what type of guy Andy was and how far he'd go to ruin Zayn's life. So of course they knew Andy was the type of person. Bella was only mad at Liam for acting like a gullible dick and treating Zayn like pure shit. She thought – just like everyone else – he was better than that, but to their disappointment, he wasn't.

Zayn sent the cheerleader a quick reply that he was already ready and exited his bedroom, turning off the lights and closing the door. He jogged down the stairs and entered the kitchen, only to see his parents already sitting around the dining table and having breakfast.

"Morning." He greeted them sweetly after placing his bag on the floor, kissing both their cheeks.

"Good Morning, honey." Trisha smiled and watched her youngest son walk up to the cabinets and getting out a bowl. "How did you sleep?" She asked, taking a bite from her toast.