Zayn is your sleepy, game enthusiast roommate. He spends most of his time inside, either gaming, eating or napping. You had just gotten back to your apartment from getting groceries when Zayn hugged you from behind, burying his face in your neck.

“Mmm… hey~ I’m hungry.” He murmured, squeezing your waist, his headphones slipping off his ears and clattering on the counter. He was leaning so much on you that you had to lean on the counter for support. His eyes glazed over the goods on the counter before shutting and he gave you another squeeze.

“Can you make something for me? Pleaasseee?” He whined, nuzzling your neck affectionately, his pale blue eyes peering up at you expectantly, hair tickling your neck and ear.