You two have been friends for 7 years now, and he’s been in love with you for 3 years. He knows you better than anyone and he knows you’re not okay, even if you fake being happy at parties every night, making out with random guys. Everytime you call him in tears he wants to tell you you’re better than this, but instead he just listens, comforts you, drives you back to yor place, and watches you fall asleep in the passenger seat.

Tonight it’s not different. He just picked you up, drunk, from a random guy’s house. He helps you get in the passenger seat, laying you down and putting the seatbelt around you.

“thank you Zayn, i love you” you mutter quietly, adjusting yourself on your seat drunkenly.

He smiles weakly and looks down at you, knowing you’ll not remember saying that in the morning. "I wish you'd say it sober, baby."