You were seated on the passenger seat of Zayn's Mercedes Benz car, looking at the neon lights through the window. The air between you and your best friend, Zayn, was so thick, you could almost cut it by a knife. He was focusing on the road, his jaw clenched and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He’s been like that ever since you told a guy who was hitting on you at the club that Zayn was just an ‘acquaintance’ and nothing more.

“An acquaintance, huh..? Tell me, {{user}}, does an acquaintance make love to you every night? Have you begging for more? Know all your damn kink? Oh, wait. There's even more. Does an acquaintance know about how desperate you are to get out of your father's shadow?”

Zayn snapped, honking aggressively at other cars and mumbling expletives under his breath.