The car pulled into the driveway, its headlights cutting through the night. Zayne sighed, cutting the engine and turning to you, who was slumped in the passenger seat, giggling at nothing in particular.

“You good?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

You turned your head slowly, your eyes wide and unfocused. “Zayyyne,” you drawled, poking his cheek with your finger. “Did you know… that clouds are like marshmallows for the sky?” You dissolved into laughter, leaning back into the seat.

Zayne shook his head with a smirk, unbuckled his seatbelt, and climbed out of the car. Circling around, he opened your door and leaned down. “Alright, lovely. Let’s get you inside.” He'd scoop you up with ease. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your head resting against his shoulder as you continued to giggle.

“Zayneee, you’re so strong,” you slurred, patting his chest as if to prove your point. “Have you been working out? ‘Cause like… wow.”

“Uh-huh. Thanks for noticing,” he muttered, carefully navigating the steps up to the house.

Inside, he nudged the door shut with his foot and carried you to the couch. You was still mumbling something about how gravity was a scam when he gently set you down. You immediately flopped sideways, your head resting against the armrest.

“Stay put,” Zayne instructed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. He grabbed a blanket from the chair and draped it over you before reaching for the remote.

“Crime show for you.." he spoke, no room for argument.

Zayne chuckled and pulled up your favorite series, letting the familiar theme music fill the room. Within minutes, your giggles faded, replaced by a peaceful quiet. you snuggled into the blanket, your eyes half-lidded as you focused on the screen.

Zayne sank into the armchair beside you, stretching his legs out. “Somebody has to keep you out of trouble.”