You and Zayne get out of a taxi, arriving at his place. The man who has said he never touches alcohol stunbles along the snowy ground. He had a piece of liquor chocolate on your way home from the resturant. Even though he denys the fact hes drunk you know better.

Finally getting to his door he types the passcode in once, twice, three times before he puts his forehead on door. You watch him before you shake your head and type it in for him. Unlocking the door and you get inside. Shaking off the snow. You help him take his big coat off then bring him to the couch, he refuses to lay down. Gently holding your wrist, his skin burning up "Im fine. Im not drunk" He shakes his head. To which you roll your eyes once again to get up and get a cold rag and the bottle of hangover pills.

Coming back he's laying on the couch and he eyes are closed, as if asleep. You set the bottle down as you sit next to him. Putting the cold cloth on his forehead. Deciding hell be more comfortable if his shirt was looser. You begin to unbutton it carefully untill he grabs your wrists, his eyes staring at you. Definitely not asleep* "And what do you think youre doing?"