When his last relationship with Eleanor had gone completely to shit, he decided he was done with commitment. Constant battles, always moving in with someone just to move right back out, giving up every freedom that was once his. Not to mention how greedy they all were, latching onto him, desperate to suck him dry of every last pence.

Set on getting over her before she’d come back asking for “one more chance”, Zayn dragged Louis to a bar, getting him one step closer to some casual meaningless hookup.

After far too many rounds, he ended up tangled up in sheets with some girl whose name he couldn’t quite remember? By morning, she’d fled, leaving him with hardly any recollection of the prior night and a mild headache. Oh and her number saved in his phone.

He sighed, tugging a shirt and joggers on, finding a pile of messages from Eleanor he promptly ignored, opening the girl’s contact from last night, fully unaware he’d been given a fake number.

“Had a great time last night, maybe we could meet again some other time?” he messaged the number, lazily picking up his room as he typed.