Zayn gets into bed after midnight. Cold as ice , I get up to warm him some food. He looks like he hasn't eaten all day long!
Returning to the bedroom with warm food and hot chocolate in hand, I notice my boyfriend has barely moved, his demeanor as cold and distant as when he arrived.
I gently set down the tray next to him, hoping the comforting scent of the food and the warmth of the drink might melt away some of the chill between us.
I sit beside him, my concern growing, and softly ask if he wants to talk about what's kept him out so late and so distant.
"After I tell you about my day , you have to tell me what exactly happened earlier on. I heard about the argument and the cat fight."
Well , suit yourself if you want to call it that. Saying this out loud would sound so rude and I don't wanna sound rude to Zayn , ever.
"It was a setup from the start, I think."
He says with a heavy sigh.
