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

eleven || Sweet Creature

30 minutes later...

After they were done, everyone sort of parted ways. Evan went to show Vincent Zayn's collection of art as well as his small studio upstairs and Liam went out the balcony for a smoke whilst the pregnant latter took care of the kitchen. There were still a view dishes left on the dining table, but Zayn was focusing on the mess in the kitchen first. He hummed softly to himself and put the leftover food into different sized tupperwares, placing them into the fridge so he could have some for lunch tomorrow. He was glad that there was still dessert left over. Knowing himself he would end up craving something sweet and chocolatey.

The latter licked at his finger where some cream was left, grabbing a dirty plate before jumping in surprise when a familiar voice popped up out of nowhere. "You do look good when you suck, mm." His eyes widened a little and he looked up to see Liam standing there with a grin on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the counter.

"What the fuck Liam?" Zayn glared at him and placed the plate – that he had almost dropped thanks to him – on the kitchen island. "You can't just sneak up on people like that and then comment perverted shit as if it's nothing."

"I was just giving you a compliment. No shame in that." The brunette shrugged his shoulders with a low chuckle, watching the other's every move.

Zayn scoffed. "You're disgusting." He scrunched his nose a little and continued cleaning up. He was not in the mood to talk to Liam yet his ex somehow didn't seem to catch up on that.

"And you're hot."

"Can you not?"

"Not what? Give you compliments? There's nothing painful about giving compliments..."

"There is pain when I look at you. So please."

"Zayn, come on, are you just going to pretend like there wasn't a spark?"

"Nothing happened between us." Zayn looked up at him and held a kitchen knife in his hand, his grip extra tight around it. "What happened in that bathroom meant nothing to me, you hear that? So whatever fucking reason you have for showing up here and trying to be reasonable better stop." He stepped towards the taller latter and held up the knife threateningly, Liam gulping.

"I was just–"

"Just what? You're nothing but a immature, selfish, lying, manipulative, worthless piece of garbage. Fucking get over yourself. Whatever happened to us in the past, is the past. There is no future, no anything. You have your boyfriend and I have mine. Stick with what you have and don't fucking ruin it again like you did with us." The dark haired beauty warned him and gave him a certain look, the two standing rather close to each other.

"Could you maybe- uh, put- put the knife down?" Liam motioned his finger at the knife that Zayn was still holding up, the younger lad rolling his eyes.

"Pussy." He chuckled dryly and stepped back, putting the knife into the sink. He walked out of the kitchen to collect the rest of the dishes from the table, clearing it up.

"Can we just- I really need to talk to you about what happened Saturday..." the businessman kept trying, following after Zayn as if he was a lost puppy searching for shelter. The pregnant boy tried to ignore him, organizing all the dishes neatly into the dishwasher.

"Zayn please..." Liam begged, grabbing Zayn's arm to stop from doing what he was doing so they could have a heart to heart.

"There's nothing to talk about!" The dark haired lad whispered slash yelled at him, pushing him away. "What happened between us was nothing more but a meaningless kiss. Get that into your thick skull Payne." He spat harshly, his gaze moving up to meet his brown orbs. Hurt flashed through them but it wasn't enough to break him.