I am barely a few steps down the hall when I hear raised voices coming from Zayn's study. At first, I thought it was just another one of Zayn and Chris's usual disagreements, but there is a sharper edge to it tonight—a tension I hadn't heard before. Curious, I lean closer, quietly listening to the exchange.
"Chris, I'm just saying—Price has been acting off. You can't keep turning a blind eye. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and I don't think it's for the right reasons."
"Oh, here we go again. Zayn, I don't need this lecture. Price isn't perfect, but she cares about me. And for once, can you give me the benefit of the doubt? I know what I'm doing."
"Do you? Because from where I'm standing, you're letting her get in your head. You're smarter than this, man. Think about how she's isolating you—she's got you second-guessing your friends, questioning everyone who's been there for you."
