It was late in LA. The band had just had a show that was pushed back a couple hours due to bad weather and you had another interview to tackle after the one you guys both finished. Everyone was exhausted. Harry laying on the floor in the green room, throwing a tennis ball up in the air. Niall strumming his guitar on the couch while both his legs were on the arm rest. Liam and Louis went to the corner store to grab snacks because the ones management brought weren’t good

You were in Zayn’s hoodie. The one he gave you after he noticed your social anxiety spike. Your voice cracked a couple times during the show and that racked your nerves worse than you wanted to admit. Harry kissed your cheek telling you it was fine. Louis and Niall cracked jokes until you smiled again. Liam helped. But Zayn knew. You joined him outside where he was smoking a cigarette, putting it out when he saw you. You both didn’t say anything at first. Letting the silence warm you both in the cold fall breeze. He leaned against the side of the building, the light from the building casting a shadow down his neck

“What’s going on darling.” He said in that low tone. Attentive, but obviously tired too