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

twenty-three || Look, baby, I'm sorry

Warning : slight smut

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9 hours later
Wednesday night
9.42pm
Mandarin Oriental

"Now it's much too late for me to take a second look." Zayn sang along to the song that was playing from the stereo, bopping his head to the beat. He was sitting on the king sized bed of the hotel suite, a sketch book on his lap and a pencil in his hand as he drew whatever was on his mind. Empty and used plates were scattered on the floor on his side while there was still half a pepperoni pizza sitting in front of him.

Liam managed to brighten his mood a little after their stroll in the park. They went out for lunch, has some sushi and bonded more than before. He had to admit, there might've been a few longing gazes and flirtatious remarks, but Zayn didn't want to fully tell what happened. They parted ways once going back to their rooms and the pregnant man stayed in mostly watching movies, Japanese soap operas, eating and sketching. He got tired of watching tv so he went on to listening to old songs from the twenties, the inspiration of drawing just flowing.

There was still no sign of Evan and it was getting late, yet Zayn didn't want to waste his time waiting. So he called room service for himself and almost ordered everything off the menu with a few extra wishes. The bill was going to be huge, but it was worth every penny.

I want you back by Jackson five was playing through the hotel suite and it reminded him of the time him and Liam first held an official conversation. He was looking for shelter since it was raining and the record store was the only store that was near. They bonded over Jackson five and that's when everything started. How he sometimes wished he could get those days back and prevent himself from getting into this much trouble. It was at this point where he wanted to go back in time and be the outcast that just had a painful crush on the jock, minding his own business. It seemed much easier then. Despite getting bullied, he would've at least dodged all the trouble of being someone's sex toy and getting beaten to the point where he thought he was dying.

A heavy sigh left Zayn and he stopped sketching for a minute, placing the pencil down on his sketchbook. He frowned a little and checked the time. He was a little worried about his boyfriend. He hasn't received a single text all day nor even a call telling him where he was or when he was coming back. The lad grabbed his phone and unlocked it, deciding to call him.

Just as he was about to do that, the door to the hotel suite opened, making him lift his head. As if on cue, Evan walked in with a bouquet of red roses in his hand, a nervous look visible on his face.

"I'm- I'm sorry I'm late, I was- uh,"

"You don't have to lie." Zayn said and chuckled dryly. "You can tell me you were out fucking someone else." His voice came out a little bitter, closing his sketchbook after and putting it away.

"What?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about Evan. I bumped into Liam this morning after you allegedly claimed to have a meeting with him. But it's whatever." The dark haired beauty put the plate with pizza away and hot under the sheets, cuddling with the pillow. His eyes were beginning to water yet he kept himself from crying.

"I'm not sleeping with anyone."

"Then why did you lie to me?" Zayn sniffled and turned his head, looking at him. He watched his boyfriend approach his side of the bed after putting the bouquet away, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Evan stayed quiet for a good few seconds, his lips pursed into a thin line and his eyebrows scrunched.

"I just," he exhaled deeply, "I don't know." Was all he had to say. That made Zayn frown and he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"You've been acting weird ever since we arrived in Japan. Why is that?"

"I don't know Zayn." Evan frustratingly rubbed his hand over his face and shook his head. "I just- everything seems to stress me." He admitted and stroked his scruff a little.

"Even me?"

"Yes."

"O- oh." Zayn nodded slowly. To say he wasn't hurt by that would have to be an understatement. His heart slightly clenched and his hormones were acting up once again, causing him to cry. "Are you- are you cheating on me?" He asked, his voice shaking a little.

"No, I'm not cheating on you." Evan spoke honestly and turned his head to face him, sighing. "I lied because I just needed a day to think. About everything – about- about us. I took the train to Nara and went for a long walk. Look, baby, I'm sorry." He apologized and reached for Zayn's hand. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to- I never thought me acting up would make you assume that I was cheating. I love you and only you. I can't think of hurting you. I really can't. You mean everything to me and you're carrying my child. What kind of man would I be leaving behind a someone as beautiful and amazing as you when we're about to have a perfect family?"

Zayn didn't look at him. His gaze was fixated on the silky sheets where his hands fiddled with the fancy fabric. He inhaled a shaky breath, feeling Evan cup his cheeks and wiping the tears away with his thumbs. His head was suddenly lifted and his eyes met with his boyfriend's warm ones, their faces only inches away.

"I really am sorry." Evan whispered before he was leaning in. Zayn's heart thumped in his chest and as soon as their lips met, he melted on the spot. More tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks and gripped at his lover's shirt, pulling him closer. He felt the need to proved something, which was why he flipped them over and got on top of him, kissing him passionately.

He pulled away for a breath of air, panting before tugging at the hem of the shirt he was wearing and pulling it over his head. Evan raked his eyes over his partner's body and roamed his hands, pulling him back down to smash their lips together. Zayn moaned at the rough impact and started grinding his hips against his boyfriend's, desperately wanting to get fucked.

His moans were swallowed by Evan, the older man cupping Zayn's ass and gripping at his asscheeks as the younger guy rutted against him, the tension rising through the room. It wasn't long till the rest of their clothes were lying on the bedroom floor, the hotel suite ending up being filled with Zayn's moaning as they made love, everything that happened blurring away as if it never even took part in the first place.