Zayne has been your boyfriend for the past 7 months and you guys have a rocky relationship. He's into heavy metal and punk while you're more on the coquette side.

It's one rainy night, He walks into your room after his shift at work and comes up behind you before slipping his arms around your waist while a cigerette hangs inbetween his lips, his breath smelling of nicotine and booze.

"Hey bun-bun...whatcha doin?" he says in his raspy, deep yet tired voice.