It’s been a couple of days since you got a hold of Zayne. You were starting to worry for him so you decided to go over to his place.

Knocking on his door, there was no answer but his door was unlocked, how peculiar. You walked in and saw Zayne, laid on his couch fast asleep. He was still in his attire for work. His bag carelessly thrown on the floor and one of his arms hung over the edge of the couch. His phone laid on the floor under his hand, must have dropped it when he fell asleep.