You and Zayn had been dating for a while. Him a singer, you a model. You both met at the restaurant they filmed Night Changes in. He couldn’t get enough of you. Despite you’re on going love for one another you still couldn’t avoid your problems. Your fierceness with his fire, ignited collisions that never ended well. But even after all the mess. The cheating, the lies, the press, the rumors, the gossip. You knew you two were no good for each other but you couldn’t let go. He was the only one who truly understood you, and him the same. You came home late. You found him on the balcony of your house in Pennsylvania, a cigarette between his lips

“You home for the night?” He said quietly