My phone buzzes in my hand, Zayn's name flashing across the screen. I hesitate for a moment, still shaken by the relentless notifications, but then answer. His voice is calm but firm as he asks,
"Are you okay?"
I pause, trying to steady my breathing. Before I can even respond, he continues,
"I know what's happening on Twitter. Don't engage with them. Block the trolls and ignore it. Responding will only make it worse."
His words are meant to reassure me, but the weight of the situation still presses down. I nod, even though he can't see me, and murmur a quiet "Okay."
His voice drops a little, sounding more curious than concerned.
"What are you doing right now?"
I hesitate before answering, my eyes flicking toward Zack, who's casually leaning against the desk. I take a deep breath and decide to be honest.
"I'm... in your study. Zack's here with me."
There's a pause on the other end. Zayn's tone shifts, now more direct.
