As the night deepens, Candy, Lana, and I are sprawled out on the couch, half-watching a movie.
The flickering light from the screen dances across our faces, but my mind is elsewhere, lost in a whirlwind of worry and exhaustion.
Suddenly, my phone rings, breaking the spell of the evening. I glance at the caller ID and see Chris's name.
My heart skips a beat as I answer, my voice taut with anticipation.
"Chris, what's going on?"
His voice crackles through the line, laced with urgency but carrying a hint of relief.
"Kattie, Zayn is awake."
The room seems to tilt as I process his words. Zayn is awake. Relief floods through me, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"He's awake?"
I repeat, as if needing to hear it again to believe it.
Candy and Lana both sit up, their eyes wide with a mixture of hope and anxiety.
"What's happening?"
Candy asks, her gaze locked on mine.
"Zayn's awake."
