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

twenty-one || I'm not in the mood Zayn

6 weeks later
10th of May, 2022
Tuesday night
9.34pm
Mandarin Oriental
Tokyo, Japan

Zayn slipped his smooth legs into the red laced panties he had just bought today for Evan, adjusting them a little. He just got done with his relaxing bath and had planned an entire night with his boyfriend. Since Evan had been busy with meetings along side Liam, he thought it would be a good idea to get his mind off of things and distract him from work. They hadn't had sex in a while and Zayn was craving for the Canadian man, so he thought buying a new pair of panties to seduce him would help set the mood.

The latter examined himself in the large mirror, wearing nothing but the red laced fabric and a silky smooth bath robe. His five month old bump was fully exposed, his long curls dangling from his shoulders after he opened his bun. He smiled a little. He also bought some makeup while on his day out, having put some on after getting ready to seduce his lover.

He inhaled a deep breath, opening the door of bathroom and walking into their hotel suite. Evan was sitting on the king sized bed, his eyes glued onto the screen of his computer. Zayn bit down his bottom lip and slowly walked towards him, clearing his throat to catch his boyfriend's attention. But the twenty-two year old wouldn't even spare a glance at him.

That caused the pregnant boy to frown a little. He brushed his fingers against the man's firm biceps, trying to get his attention yet he got nothing. Evan was way too busy staring at the screen of his computer rather than looking at his boyfriend. So Zayn decided to do it another way and closed the laptop, pushing it off his lap and getting on it instead.

Evan sighed heavily and narrowed his brows. "What Zayn?" He asked a little annoyed, looking up at him.

Zayn pretended as if the annoyance laced in his boyfriend's voice didn't struck him and continued what he was planning on doing. He dipped his head into the crook of Evan's neck and placed his lips against his warm flesh, slowly mouthing at his skin. "I'm really horny." He purred seductively into the older guy's ear, slowly rubbing their crotches together. He planted his hands on his lover's firm chest, grinding his hips down against his to create some type of friction. He bit his bottom lip, grabbing Evan's face and leaning down to kiss him, yet he moved away before their lips could even touch.

"I'm not in the mood Zayn." Evan said and pushed the boy to the side, Zayn falling on his side of the bed and looking at him confused. He watched as the man grabbed his laptop and opened it all over again, going back to working. A visible frown formed on his lips when his boyfriend focused on the laptop more, his heart feeling heavy in his chest.

"What do you mean you're not in the mood...?" The younger lad asked carefully and sat up slowly. "I just thought since we hadn't done it in a while we could–"

"I am just not in the mood tonight, okay." His partner cut him off, basically snapping at him. Zayn flinched at the tone in his voice and he couldn't help but feel hurt. He got up from the bed and closed his robe, tying it up as he tried his best to hold back his tears. He bolted towards the bathroom and locked himself in, sniffling.

Was he too fat? Did he turn unattractive now? Was he sleeping with someone else and lost his interest in him? A million questions roamed his mind and he started feeling more and more insecure about himself. He stared at himself in the mirror, checking himself out. He really was getting fat. And it wasn't just because of the pregnancy, he was just eating way more than he actually should. His back was killing him and he was hoping Evan would've been the one to help him relax a little more. But his mood hurt him – a lot.

The twenty-one year old wiped his eyes before tears could roll down his cheeks, his throat already starting to hurt. He swallowed thickly and stayed in the luxurious bathroom until Evan fell asleep, not in the mood to face him after what had happened. It's stupid he knew that, but his change of voice just made him feel hurt and insecure about his body, thinking he wasn't enough for him anymore.

Zayn shook his head. He was overthinking things. Evan was just busy with work and it tended to drain the life out of him sometimes. But the way he just spoke with him was completely different than usual. He decided not to put much mind to it and joined the older man in their bedroom once the lights were all out and he was sound asleep.

He climbed under the silky duvet, pulling them all the way up his body after taking off his robe and curling into a ball. He turned his back on Evan, staring out the large windows and watching the city glow at night before he was drifting off into a deep slumber.

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This is really short and a filler, but the next chapter will be longer🤗

Y'all are sleeping on my new story in the a.m.😤