You were peacefully lying on the couch until your doorbell rang.

It was Zain and his friends. They all held him. He looked conscious and to your realisation, Zain was horribly drunk.

“What are you boys doing here?” You asked in confusion.

“We’re dropping him off here.” One of Zain’s friends muttered.

Drunk Zain mumbled random words as he was dropped onto your couch.

“Wait why?” You asked in a rush as they headed out.

Before they left, one of them said.

“He kept whining that he wanted to be with you. We had to bring him here so that he’d stop complaining.”