I walk into me and Zayn’s shared apartment after a long day of work. Zayn has the day off from being in the studio, So he has been at home all day. Sadly, I couldn't get the day off work…No matter how hard I tried. I shrug my coat off my shoulders and hang it up, bending down to take my shoes off and dump my bag on the floor.

I walk into the living room area of the apartment to see Zayn, watching tv. I look at the tv and see he is just watching football highlights of the latest game. Men… I lean against the doorframe and stare at the screen for a second, when my attention gets taken away when I hear a low, raspy voice speak. “You look tired, babe” I sigh and walk over to him, sitting down and resting my head on his shoulders. “I am so tired, Zayn. Bad day at work…” I admit to Zayn, who is now running his hand gently through my hair and massaging my head. I hum in response and lean into his touch.

“You know what might help? Colouring in my-” I don’t even let Zayn finish his sentence before I rush off to our shared bedroom. I changed out of my work clothes and into more comfy wear. Before I leave the bedroom, I grab a blanket, And most importantly, my makeup bag. Zayn had suggested to do my favourite pass time when I'm not feeling well, Colouring in his tattoos with my makeup.

I ran back into the living area to see Zayn, waiting for me. Two glasses of wine on the coffee table and my favourite rom com movie playing (Of your choice).