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

fifteen || Is there an emergency?

Meanwhile...

Zayn's heart kind of took a leap in his chest as he reread the notification, glancing over at how two best friends who were arguing as if they were an old married couple. His teeth anxiously gnawed at his bottom lip and he didn't know what to do. Why was he texting him? And how the hell did he get his number even? He was utterly confused and conflicted, not really sure how to handle this moment. But he decided to reply anyways, curious about how Liam got his hands on his number.

iMessage
Today 7.14 PM

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

me : how the hell did you get my number?
Delivered

+1 (092) 234 4523 : oh
+1 (092) 234 4523 : Evan didn't tell you?

me : tell me what?
Delivered

+1 (092) 234 4523 : we're supposed to have our business partners partners/spouses contact number in case of an emergency

me : is there an emergency?
Delivered

+1 (092) 234 4523 : well no...
+1 (092) 234 4523 : but I wanted to ask you something important

me : I don't have time for fun and games Liam
me : what the hell do you want from me?
Delivered

+1 (092) 234 4523 : can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?

me : why?
Delivered

+1 (092) 234 4523 : well
+1 (092) 234 4523 : I just wanna make things right between us?

me : no.
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+1 (092) 234 4523 : Zayn please?
+1 (092) 234 4523 : I just want to have a normal conversation and talk about the things that happen between us
+1 (092) 234 4523 : you know
+1 (092) 234 4523 : just to be on good terms?

me : no.
Delivered

+1 (092) 234 4523 : can you at least think about it?

Zayn rolled his eyes as he read the message and glanced back at Abigail and Bella who weren't paying much mind to him. He rubbed at his jaw and looked back at the chat between him and Liam, trying to figure out whether he should go or not. A part of him wanted to go desperately, but the other was too afraid that he might do something stupid that he would regret afterwards. He wasn't entirely sure.

me : I'll think about it
me : but if I say no, the answer STAYS no
me : got it?
Delivered

+1 (092) 234 4523 : loud and clear chief
Asshole : Thank you

me : don't thank me just yet
Delivered

Asshole : so uh
Asshole : how's the baby?

me : the baby's fine...
me : thanks for asking I guess
Delivered

Asshole : that's good :)

me : yeah
me : I have to go now
me : bye
Delivered

Asshole : oh okay
Asshole : bye...
Read 7.21 PM

The twenty-one year old locked his phone and blankly stared at the table as he thought about the dinner. If he'd go, there might be a chance if Zayn and Liam having a proper conversation – that was something his therapist had suggested a long time ago before he moved to New York; talk to Liam. Since then, he had refused to even think about speaking to him. It was still hard for him to get over the fact that he was beaten to death and miscarried their child. For some reason, he was the one who had guilt washing over him since the day he found out.