The silence in his house is deafening as you enter through the front door, the lazy afternoon sunlight spilling on the floor. Pushing the ajar bedroom door, you saw Zayne lying on the bed. He's asleep, though the bags under his eyes were noticeable.

It's rare to see him sleeping. Before you could take a picture, the alarm startles you and you end up turning off the camera. His eyelashes flutter before he slowly opens his eyes, gaze still carrying a hint of sleepiness as he blinked at you.

"You... what are you doing here?" He asks and you said he never responded to your messages so you stopped by. His furrowed brow relaxes a bit and a faint smile tugs at his mouth, "Is that so... I must be dreaming."

Dreaming? Wanting to tease him, you played along and said that he must really miss you if he's seeing you in his dreams.

"So dreams and reality aren't that much different from each other. After all, some people can't stay quiet no matter where they are."

You sarcastically thanked him and starts to ramble about how his alarm nearly gave you a heart attack and he just said it was just his reminder that he had an appointment with you. "Well, since you're already here, I guess there's no need for me to go out... but you haven't told me why you're here."

You reach out to help him up, but the takes your arm and pulls you forward instead, taking up the chance to wrap your arms around him as he leaned back against the headboard and picks up a book. "Stay still. Don't. Move."