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

twenty-eight || Don't fucking baby me

5 minutes later...

"Is it- is it true? Do you really want Zayn to carry your- your children?" Vincent asked Liam, his voice breaking mid sentence. There were tears brimming in his eyes, ready to escape any second now as he awaited his boyfriend to tell him the truth. It was only the three of them after Liam decided to dismiss the class, wanting to deal with this alone instead of all of his students knowing further details.

The brunet stayed silent, rubbing his face with one hand as he tried to look for something to say without it sounding wrong. Yet Vincent took his silence as the answer and the tears started rolling down his cheeks. Zayn didn't know what to do nor what to say in this situation. He just stood there, silently watching them fight over something he caused. His heart was thumping in his chest, thinking about how he'll tell Evan about this because it was going to come out sooner or later.

"I can't believe this." He chuckled dryly and shook his head, sniffling. "All this time – all this fucking time you've been lying to me, cheating on me with someone who is fucking pregnant!" He glared at his boyfriend.

"Baby, I'm–"

"Don't fucking baby me, you lying piece of shit! Do you have any idea how this makes me feel? Knowing my boyfriend wants someone else to carry his fucking baby even though you already have someone who is dying to have a baby? Do you even know how many fucking times I've tried to get pregnant and once I succeeded, it backfired? I had two miscarriages already. Two miscarriages Liam! Knowing you want to impregnate someone else makes this even more heartbreaking for me!" The twenty year old yelled, throwing his hands in the air before running them through his hair. His vision became blurrier as more tears began to form. Zayn could see the hurt and misery in his eyes as he thought about the miscarriages, the guilt bubbling up even more.

"Wh- what?" Liam blinked, staring at Vincent with wide eyes.

"You heard me." The younger guy spoke up, the bitterness lacing in his voice. "How- how long has this been happening? How long have you two been fucking behind my back? Behind Evan's? Has it been longer? Is that baby yours too? It is, isn't it?" He pointed at Zayn's bump which was pretty visible through the shirt he was wearing.

"No it's not." The dark haired beauty finally managed to speak up after the incident. "It's- it's Evan's. Look, Liam and I- it started two months ago but we- we stopped. I swear it was nothing serious between us. Old feelings just came back and we couldn't- I'm so sorry Vincent. I truly am." He tried apologizing, wanting to reach for the latter's hand but he stepped away from him.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Vincent spat. "Fucking my boyfriend while being pregnant with someone else's baby?" He questioned with a sniffle, wiping his eyes. "God, I should've known. I had this feeling that you were fucking this slut behind my back but I thought; 'no, he wouldn't do that. Zayn's pregnant. He wouldn't cheat on me with someone who's pregnant.' But no – no, I had to be right. This feeling had to be fucking right – oh my god, I can't believe this!"

Zayn felt a little hurt when he was called a slut, a visible frown forming on his lips. His eyes watered but he kept himself from crying, looking down. He felt more and more ashamed of himself.

"Don't call Zayn a slut." Liam scoffed and looked at his boyfriend. "It's not entirely his fault. I'm the one who started this."

Vincent looked up at the brunet before raising his hand and slapping him right across the face, the loud sound echoing through the lecture hall. "We're o- over." He said with a broken voice and picked up his bag before storming out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Liam cursed under his breath, rubbing his throbbing cheek carefully before turning around to face Zayn. Their eyes met and the younger guy opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, he purses his lips and grabbed his own bag.