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

twenty-nine || I love him

The next day
24th of May, 2022
Tuesday afternoon
4.57pm

Zayn was curled up on the master bed, blankly staring at the television which was playing titanic. His cheeks were red and tear stained, his eyes were puffy and bloodshot and his mouth was covered with barbecue sauce because he ordered some chicken wings for a snack. He was dressed in one of Evan's oversized sweaters – his favorite one of all to be precise, and his hair was tied up in a messy bun. Since yesterday, Zayn had locked himself in the bedroom and ate everything that he had stored in the kitchen. He only came out when someone brought junk food over but that was it. He didn't answer the phone, knowing that Liam was constantly calling and texting him as well as the others, so he just ignored everyone.

Angel and Rover were laying on the litter covered bed with him, the blue staffy mostly eating the leftovers that the twenty-one year old left scattered around. The golden retriever on the other hand was cuddled into zayn's side underneath the sheets, giving her owner comfort while her head rested on his chest. She mostly watched him cry over the movie, licking his chin every now and then when a tear rolled down – and well because of the barbecue sauce.

"Don't let him freeze to death Rose." Zayn complained, sniffling as he threw the bone back into the tube when he was done. "She had enough room on that door to let them both survive and yet he decides to stay in the freezing cold water and die. Now if that isn't true love then I don't know what is." He huffed and looked down at Angel, his dog having no clue what he was talking about. He cleaned his marinated hands off on a towel he snatched from the bathroom, wiping his face right after before licking his lips.

"I had something like that," the boy continued and tilted his head, running his fingers through angel's fur, "but I blew it. God, I wish none of this would've ever happened." He shook his head disappointingly, his eyes once again watering up because he was thinking too much about it.

His eyes averted from the screen down to his finger, staring at the pink engagement ring. A soft sniffle came from him and he sighed heavily, taking it off and putting it aside on the nightstand. He felt the sudden need to pee and gently peeled angel off of him, the four year old dog releasing a protesting grumble.

"Sorry princess." Zayn chuckled softly. "Momma's gotta pee though." He kissed her head and slowly got up, one hand resting on his bump. He inhaled a deep breath, making his way out of the large bedroom. Just as he reached the bathroom, he heard a noise coming from downstairs, causing him to get startled. His brows narrowed and he looked down to see someone walking around in the kitchen.

His eyes widened a little. "Fuck," Zayn muttered under his breath and looked around himself, grabbing one of Evan's golf clubs. His ex didn't even play golf and yet he randomly had golden golf clubs standing around on the hallway just in case some of the old businessmen wanted to talk about their deal through the sport.

He had a tight grip around it before carefully walking downstairs, wishing that his dogs would come out but due to how loud the flatscreen was, it was a little difficult. He kept walking down, breathing heavily because it was exhausting going down the stairs. "After you're out, I need to get back in shape." He puffed, biting his lip.

The boy was growing anxious as he stepped closer towards the kitchen, hearing how the pots and pans clashed together as the stranger searched for something. He held the golf club up in the perfect upright position, ready to swing as soon as he reached the doorway. The stranger or bugler was on their knees and searching something in the cabinet, unaware that Zayn was standing a few feet away from them.

"Hey!" He yelled without thinking, startling the stranger and causing him to bump his head in surprise. Zayn flinched a little as a loud and yet familiar ow! came from them, his grip only tightening around the golden club.