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

fourteen || Night out

1 hour later
Sunday evening
7.01pm
The red Lounge
Downtown, Manhattan

Zayn rubbed at his seventeen week old bump, inhaling a deep breath as he waited for Abigail and Bella to come back with their drinks. He was currently sitting alone in their usual booth, Nathaniel having already ditched them for some stranger he picked up on their way into the lounge. He wasn't lying when he said he was in the mood for some dick tonight. So he was now sitting alone, impatiently waiting for his non-alcoholic drink to finally arrive because he felt thirsty and craved something overly sweet.

"Zayn?" He heard a familiar voice suddenly speak up from behind him, his head turning to see a rather excited Vincent waving at him, a big smile on his voice. Shit, the pregnant boy thought to himself and looked away quickly, trying to make it seem like he didn't see him but of course he did. He sunk a little into the leather couch, biting his bottom lip anxiously and folding his arms over his chest to seem invisible but it wasn't working.

"Hi Zayn!" Vincent's voice exclaimed when he reached the booth, the dark haired beauty slowly looking at him.

"Vincent!" He forced a smile on his lips and was slightly taken back when the overly excited lad hugged him on the spot, awkwardly sitting there because he had no idea how to react to the gesture. "I didn't know- I didn't you come here..." he cleared his throat and relieve washed over him once the other lad pulled away.

"My friends and I wanted to check this place out. It's a crazy small world out there for us to meet each other like this, right?" Vincent laughed and decided to take a seat beside him.

"Really crazy..." Zayn hummed in respond and rolled his eyes as he turned his head away from him, looking at anything else but him. He wasn't in the mood for this nor was he in the mood to hang out with his ex's boyfriend. That just wasn't in his book for tonight. All he wanted was to have one drink with his friends and then head back home so he could sleep. That's it. He decided to come because it would be a nice way to get rid of the time faster so he could pray that Evan would come home soon.

"So what brings you here?"

Zayn's thoughts were interrupted by Vincent's question and he looked back to stare at him. "Just here with my friends." He said, trying not to sound irritated but failed.

"Do you mind if I sit with you until my friends get back?"

Yes. "No, not at all." Zayn lied and gave him a false smile, Vincent returning it with a cute one before looking around the place. While he didn't notice anything, the pregnant lad grimaced a little. He could honestly say he didn't like him. As mean or bad as it sounded, he somehow had a weird feeling in his gut which he disliked. It's always like this when he doesn't like people. In the end, he was always right when it turned out the person seemed fake or just not good at all. Someone always hides something under the whole nice facade. Just like Liam did in high school. But oh well.

It didn't take the girls long until they came back with Zayn's alcohol free cocktails and their own vodka shots as well as alcoholic drinks. They both carried a tray, one being for Zayn and the other being for the girls. You could tell by how much of a differences theirs had with Zayn's.

"Here are your non-alcoholic cocktails with a order of spicy chicken wings and barbecue sauce as well as curly fries." Bella declared and placed the tray on the wooden table, the dark haired latter immediately sitting up at the mention of food.

"Thank you Isabella." Zayn said with a slight accent and kissed her cheek thankfully, grabbing the plastic basket with the chicken wings and digging in.

"Who's this?" Abigail asked once she realized that Vincent was there, plopping down on the chair across from them.

"Hi, I'm Vincent." The twenty-year old introduced himself with a kind smile, holding his hand out for a shake.

"Abigail..." the Asian girl exchanged glances with Bella and Zayn before shaking his hand in a friendly matter.

"I'm Bella." The other girl interfered and smiled at him, nudging Zayn's side a little before giving him a knowing look. He looked up from his food and licked his lips, shrugging his shoulders because he had no idea what else to do nor say. He was mostly just too focused on eating.

"Vincent!" Someone called out for the boy and everyone's attention drifted to the person, two young men – around their age – waving for him and motioning him to come to them. "That's my cue. It was nice meeting you and it was great seeing you again Zayn." Vincent said and patted his back friendly before getting up and leaving the booth to meet up with his friends.

"He seemed nice." Abigail chuckled and leaned back in her seat, looking over at Bella and Zayn who stared daggers at her. "What did I do?" She asked confused and frowned when no one gave her an answer. Bella just waved her off and grabbed her drink, the other girl still attempting to get an answer out of her while Zayn was busy dipping his curly fries into his barbecue sauce.

It was only seconds later when his phone started vibrating on the table, causing his attention to drift from the food to the dark display of his iPhone. He narrowed his brows and placed the basket onto the table before cleaning his hands up and mouth from the mess he made, grabbing his phone right after. His breath slightly hitched when he read the notification of the message he just received.

+1 (092) 234 4523 Just now
Hey Zayn, it's Liam here

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