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

forty-three || Wise men say

Another 2 days later
20th of December, 2016
Wednesday afternoon
3.56pm
Copley Hospital

Zayn walked into the busy hospital with a small bouquet of daisies in his arms and a get well soon teddy bear, nervously chewing at his bottom lip. He looked around the long hallway, taking a deep breath before he made his way towards the front desk, his heart beating heavily in his chest. Thanks to the people that run their mouths in school, he was able to find out what happened to Liam's grandfather Saturday night, wanting to make sure he was alright and he wanted to apologize for the record store.

The sixteen year old flashed the nurses and doctors friendly smiles as they rushed passed him, stepping in front of the long desk. He cleared his throat to get the receptionists attention, biting his bottom lip. "Ex- excuse me..." he spoke up shyly, glancing around him.

"Yes, honey, how can I help you?" The woman questioned from behind the desk, looking up at the teenage boy with a smile.

"I'm- I'm looking for a Kenneth- a Kenneth Payne?" Zayn has a tight grip on the bouquet, his eyes shifting from the surface of the reception and the nurse. He took a glimpse at her name tag : Martha.

"Of course." The woman nodded and turned her gaze to her computer screen, typing in the name. "Are you a friend or family member?"

"I- I guess a friend?" It came more out as a question, than an answer itself.

"You guess?" Martha chuckled softly with a hum, looking up at him. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"It's kind of difficult, I- I think." Zayn blushed. "It's- uh, it's Zayn. Zayn Malik." He turned his attention down at his shoes, huffing out a sigh. "Well, he's in room B two-o-one. I'll inform a nurse that he has a guest." He heard her say with a sweet voice, the boy giving her a thankful smile.

"Thank you." He said genuinely before starting to make his way to the elevators. He kept his gaze on the freshly polished floor and waited, along with other visitors, until the next lift arrived, thinking about what he was going to say.

He felt nervous and unsure. He had no idea how to face Kenneth after what happened to the record store let alone didn't he even know what to say to him. Zayn didn't even know if the man was going to believe him that he wasn't the one that did this. It frustrated him.

The loud ding of the lift arriving brought him back to reality, startling him a little. He looked up and watched the doors open, quickly stepping into the small space to save him a spot. He gave the other visitors a friendly smile and pressed the button to the second floor as the others chose their destination. Soon after, the doors closed and the lift started moving. The boy leaned himself against the mirrored walls of the elevator, listening to the typical song that was playing on loop through the small speakers hidden somewhere in the room.

His eyes fixated on the small screen which displayed the numbers of floors they'd pass, the number one suddenly shifting to two. The ding rung again and the doors automatically pushed open. Zayn squeezed his way through the people and excused himself before finally stepping out, looking around the floor.

Nurses were running around, bringing patients their medicine and taking care of them. Some pushed food wagons around to hand out some healthy snacks and others were getting the empty beds ready for the newer patients that were rushed into the hospital.

The sixteen year old moved his feet down the busy hall and searched for the number of Liam's grandfather's assigned room. It was the last room at the end, considered to be the first one on this floor. He disliked the fact that the elevators were always in the middle of the hallway. It always confused him which way he had to go when he searched for the rooms.