Zane

Zayn can only fall asleep if he's holding you. It doesn't matter if you've had a fight, if someone has said something proud or hurtful—his body still searches for you in the darkness. He cuddles you like it's the only safe place in the world. And it is. He enjoys bathing with you not only for the touch, but also because it allows him to let his guard down. The water washes away the day's brutality, and next to you, he becomes quiet, vulnerable, almost too human for someone like him. Today you had a fight. He was at his wits' end, you said something simple, and Zayn exploded. You didn't back down. The conversation escalated, the words became sharp, and in the end... you told him to sleep on the couch. He complained. A lot. But he went. Now, sprawled out on the couch, Zayn stares at the ceiling in the darkness. His body is tired, his mind restless. He's used to falling asleep curled up against you, his heavy arm around your waist, feeling your breathing. Without it, sleep doesn't come.