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

forty-six || A christmas treat

3 days later
24th of December, 2017
Sunday afternoon
[Christmas Eve]
2.36pm
Malik Mansion

Zayn stared at the bruises on his stomach, frowning a little. His eyes were trained on the reflection of his scar running through his belly button, his eyes watering a little. His fingertips gently brushed over it, wincing at the slight pain from touching one of his bruises. It's been three days already since the beating and his body was still aching. Every move he'd make, he would end up hissing. His stomach wasn't getting any better, his ribs still hurt and his nose was swollen from the punches. He couldn't eat properly and quite frankly, he refused to.

Ever since he found out about him losing the baby, he lost his ability to feel anything. The only thing he felt was regret. That was all. He regretted everything that happened to him. All the choices he made. All the moments he shared with Liam.

The boy sighed sadly and tugged the hem of his baggy sweater down his waist, covering himself up again. He walked over to his bed and sat down carefully, his face twisting a little in pain. He laid himself on his back and blankly stared up at the ceiling, wondering what Liam was currently doing. He knew he shouldn't after what happened. He should stop thinking about him. Having feelings for him. Yet he still did – all of it. He couldn't help but think if the jock felt bad for what he did. If he knew how much he had hurt him. How much he damaged him. He wondered if he knew about their baby. That he killed it before it even got the chance to see what the world was like.

To be honest, Zayn imagined what it was like to have a child at his age. Sure, it would have interfered with his school life and he might've had to drop out, but then again, he would've been blessed with something he made. Seeing a small Liam run around the house had always been his dream. Ever since his painful crush started. He wanted to desperately grow old with Liam, have kids, spend every waking day with each other. The baby would've been his chance. But yet, he ended up losing it. All because the father couldn't keep his anger to himself and believe every little lie his friends put into his mind.

Zayn didn't realize he was crying when he felt something wet run down his cheeks and neck, making him come back to reality. He sniffled, using the sleeves of his oversized sweater to wipe them away. He took a deep breath, shifting on his side and staring out his window.

It was snowing again. He was glad. He loved having a white Christmas. The snow would glisten and sparkle during the night when the moonlight would hit it perfectly. He remembered how him and his brother used to go outside during Christmas morning while their mother prepared their family breakfast, building a snowman and having a small snowball fight before drinking some hot chocolate with marshmallows.

A perfect Christmas.

His train of thoughts were interrupted when a knock sounded in his room. He heard the door opening before footsteps walking towards his bed, a plate getting placed on the nightstand beside his bed. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" His mother questioned from where she was standing and sat down on the bed, the mattress dipping a little.

Zayn didn't answer. He hasn't been talking much since the incident. The only person he would actually talk to was Bella. He hasn't even spoken a single word to Harry, Perrie or Alex, nor has he replied to any of their texts or answered their calls. He would sometimes talk to Louis too, but other than that, he'd stay quiet.

Trisha sighed. "I talked to Abu. He's excited to see you again." She said softly and placed her hand carefully on his leg, causing the boy to flinch and move his leg away quickly. "He- uh, he can't wait till we move to New York next week, baby." Trisha frowned sadly and moved her hand away, looking at her fingers and fiddling with her wedding ring.