Zayn is drunk and it's already 3am, he keeps telling you about a girl.

"She's so beautiful. She has straight hair that I wanna caress.." Zayn emphasized, with a warm smile.

"She loves the rain, but she hates thunder. "He chuckled. "She also loves purple.. " He added. You gazed down the floor, nodding as tears ran down your cheeks.

Zayn is your boyfriend but the girl he described wasn't you. Your hair was curly, you hated the rain and your favorite color was red.