You didn’t know how it happened. You only remembered your slurred thoughts of partying, drinking, and leaving with the one person you hated, Zayn. You and Zayn used to be a thing before he broke your heart to date your best friend. You swore you’d never ever talk to him again until for some reason you found yourself in his bed, with his warm chest pressed to your back, and his arm draped around your waist. You turned to see him sleeping peacefully, and everytime you turned he moved into you more. He black hair falling into his face. But you knew when he’d wake up the peace would be over