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

forty-two || I'm sorry about that

The next day
28th of December, 2022
Wednesday morning
10.03 A.M.
Metropolitan Correctional Center

What Zayn doesn't know won't hurt him.

That sentence kept repeating in Liam's head as he stared at the huge prison. He was sitting in his car across the street, just staring at the front door and contemplating whether he should go in or not. His heart was racing and he could feel his plans sweating. But if he wanted an answer, he had to go in there and get it himself. Otherwise, he would just eat himself up about it and keep wondering why he exactly wanted him dead in the place. Liam did feel bad for lying to Zayn and saying that he just needed to get a few things from his office. But he couldn't just directly tell him that he was going to see his crazy ex boyfriend who is also an attempted murderer?

Liam tore his gaze away from the prison and stared ahead onto the road. His hands gripped at the steering wheel and he inhaled a deep breath. I can do this, he internally told himself, closing his eyes to calm his nerves a little.

Just go in there, ask the question, get your answer and head straight back out. It's that easy Liam.

The brunet unbuckled himself and stepped out of the car. The cold winter breeze his face like a ton of bricks, a shiver running down his spine. He wrapped the coat around his body some more before crossing the street and walking towards the entrance of the prison.

As soon as he entered, Liam signed himself up as a visitor up, filing out a form and putting on a sticker that had visitor writing on it. He gulped thickly as a police officer led him to one of the visitor phone sells, getting a chair assigned to. He thanked the man and sat down, patiently and nervously waiting for his ex to be brought into the other side. There were a few visitors in the room as well, talking to their friend or family member who was sitting on the other side. Even kids had joined to see their fathers, showing them some of their school work and proudly telling stories. He did feel bad for the men on the other side, noticing how much they miss being with their friends and families.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he spotted someone sit down across from him. His attention drifted towards the young man who was staring back at him. He swallowed a thick lump that formed in his throat and carefully grabbed the phone, Vincent mirroring his actions.

"What are you doing here?" was the first question the twenty year old asked, his eyes glaring at him.

"I- I- uh, I came to see you..." Liam stumbled a little over his words. "I just want to ask you something..."

"You came all this way just to ask me something?" Vincent lifted a questionable brow. "Is your whore not good enough anymore or something?" He asked bitterly.

"Don't call him a whore." Liam scolded. "No, I care to ask why you did it." He went directly to the point, wanting to get this over with.

"You're asking why I did it? Let me tell you why; people like you deserve to rot in hell." Vincent sneered, his eyes staring daggers at the older lad. "You ruined my fucking life!" He raised his voice, Liam looking up as he noticed the guards on the other side were ready to pull him away but they waited since he wasn't losing it just yet.

He inhaled a deep breath. "You ruined yourself Vincent." He told him, giving him a certain look. "You should've known not to act out like that without facing the consequences. I might have hurt you and I'm sorry about that, but don't blame me for your own mistake. You almost killed me."

"And I wish I had."

Liam stared at him. Vincent was tense, the anger evident in his voice. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You could've moved on and just continued labeling me as a worthless asshole who hurt you." He said. "But going as far as to killing me? Where did that plan lead you?"

"You have no idea how crushed I was after finding out that you slept with that slut. Both of you deserve to rot in fucking hell. Both of you!" Vincent threw the phone against the thick window, causing the brunet to jump in his chair. He stared at him in shock as he flipped out completely. He couldn't hear much of the yelling and insults since it was muffled by the thick glass, yet he watched the guards drag him out as he kicked around violently.

Liam blankly stared at the empty seat in front of him, slowly hanging up the phone again. He sighed, getting up and making his way out of the room, saying goodbye to the guard that led him to the place.

1 hour later
11.30 A.M.
Malik-Payne Penthouse

Liam was immediately greeted by Kai and the dogs as soon as he entered the home. He chuckled at the warm welcoming, having to push both Rover and Angel off of him since they kept jumping up and down excitingly. Kai on the other hand was holding onto his father's leg and letting him basically drag him till towards the living room. Zayn was in the kitchen, bouncing Kennette in his arms whilst preparing her milk for her.

"Hey baby." Zayn announced loudly once he saw him, smiling softly. "How was the office?"

"Oh, it was fine." Liam lied, chuckling. "Everyone was so welcoming."

"Oh really?" The dark haired latter eyed him, but continued to smile. "That's great."

The brunet entered the kitchen once he managed to get his four year old son away from his leg. He greeted both Zayn and Kennette by kissing their cheeks, watching his boyfriend stir the milk.

"How was your day?"

"Oh it was fine." Zayn responded. "I just called by your office earlier to see how things were going and ironically," he stopped to chuckle at the thought, "they told me you never even showed up." He turned his head to face him, giving him a fake smile.

Fuck, was all Liam could think at the moment and he scratched the back of his head. "It's not what you think." He bit his lip, Zayn's smile turning into a deadly glare.

"Liam James Payne, if I find out you have an affair with someone I will personally chop up your balls and feed them to you." He threatened, giving him the i-will-do-it type of look.

"I'm not cheating on you Zayn." Liam defended himself, holding his arms up. "I went by the prison today." He admitted with a sigh. Zayn's gaze completely changed once he heard that.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to get an answer." The brunet shrugged his shoulder. "And I definitely got it." He chuckled lowly, running his fingers through his hair. He leaned against the counter and stared at the tiles.

"What did he say?"

"He wanted me dead. And I'm guessing he still wishes I'm dead." Liam explained, licking his dry lips. "I just- I feel bad for what happened." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes frustratingly. "Why didn't I have the balls to just break up with him?"

Zayn turned the stove off and put Kennette into her high chair. "We both fucked up liam." He said and walked up to him, cupping his face. "Lots of people cope with it differently. That doesn't mean what Vincent did was right and he got what he deserved. Look at Evan compared to Vincent. I mean, we had the affair when I was pregnant with his child but he coped with it fine and moved on with someone else. Now you two still have the deal going and he loves to spend time with us and the kids."

"Yeah but–"

"No buts." Zayn interrupted him, pressing a finger against his lips. "We both made a lot of mistakes and there's nothing we can do about it anymore. But we're happy together and that's all that should matter. Not your ex who tried to kill you." He rubbed his shoulders and chest, giving him a soft smile.

Liam looked down at him and sighed. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right." Zayn giggled. "I'm always right." He teased, grinning up at him.

The older bloke chuckled at that and leaned down, pecking his lips. "I love you."

"And I love you."

Liam smiled at that and pecked his lips once more before watching Zayn finish the bottle for Kennette and feeding her. He sighed in content and looked over at his son who was playing with the dogs and running around the house with them. Life seemed to have taken a pretty good turn and he hoped things would stay just like this.