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

sixteen || You had a choice

The next day
28th of March, 2022
Monday evening
7.59pm
Malik-Jones Penthouse

Zayn quickly rushed to the telephone once he heard it ring, pressing onto a button that was blinking, telling him it was the doorman calling from downstairs. He accepted the call and spoke up; "hello?" He was getting himself ready for the dinner that Liam was taking him out to and just got done putting on some sweet perfume, the phone having rung just in time.

"Mister Malik, Mister Payne is waiting for you downstairs." The building's lovable doorman, Richard, informed the pregnant latter, a soft hum coming from Zayn as he checked the time on his wrist watch. Right on time.

"Okay. Tell him I'll be right there." Zayn told him with a sweet voice and looked at himself in the giant mirror hanging on the wall, checking out his outfit. He was wearing an all black suit. His long hair was slicked back in a tight ponytail and his lips coated with shimmering lipgloss that he secretly stole from Bella one time.

"Will do sir."

"Thank you Richard." He smiled before the line went dead, Zayn grabbing the things he needed. He made sure that everything was turned off and that angel was sleeping in her own custom made bedroom slash playroom before he finally stepped into the open elevator and pressed the button which had the word Lobby written on it.

The heavy doors slid close and the loft began moving down. His heart was thumping in his chest and his palms were sweaty due to being anxious and nervous. He hoped things would turn out at least half way decent and they could agree on something that made them both happy and at least – partly – be friends for the sake of Evan and their partnership. The last thing Zayn wanted was to be the barrier of anything and to break whatever it was between them. Plus, he wanted to make sure that his boyfriend knew he fully supported him with this. But that didn't stop him from feeling nervous. He was going out to dinner with his ex.

The typical elevator music was playing from the small boxes which were installed in two of the walls, Zayn patiently tapping his foot as he waited to finally arrive downstairs. The perks of living in the roof penthouse.

A familiar ding reached his ears and brought him back to reality, the doors slipping open and revealing the fancy lobby. He walked out, taking a look around before making his way towards the steps which led down to the entrance of the building. He noticed Liam was sitting by the lounging area, a bouquet of red roses in his hands. His gaze was fixated on the polished tiles, knee bouncing as he awaited for Zayn to be there.

The dark haired beauty inhaled a deep breath and held his chin up, moving closer towards him. He stopped, clearing his throat to catch the brunette's attention. Liam quickly lifted his head, his chocolate brown orbs meeting Zayn's soft hazel eyes.

He stood up – rather fast –, causing him to almost trip but managed to gain his balance. A sheepish smile formed upon his lips and he blushed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "You look- you look amazing." He cleared his throat and took in his appearance, smiling a little.

"Thanks... you don't look bad yourself." Zayn replied awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers. "Are those for me?" He asked, pointing to the bouquet.

"Oh- uh, yeah." Liam nodded and handed it to him. "I hope you still like roses..."

"I do, thank you." The dark haired lad smiled a little at that and gladly accepted the flowers, looking at them. They were brand new and looked very expensive, wondering where Liam got them around this time of the day.

"Shall we go?" Liam offered after a moment of silence, Zayn gaze shifting up to the young man's face. He nodded his head silently with a small smile before the two of them headed out the building and got into the car, making their way into the evening traffic.