Zayn : It was three in the morning when you got a call from Zayn. “Hi.” He simply said. “Hello, Zayn.” You said barely awake. He just laughed. “Zayn, are you okay?” You asked. “(Y/N), I have to tell you a secret,” He laughed into the phone. “I’m a little bit drunk right now.” “I figured.” You laughed. “I need you to pick me up.” He told you where he was..., well actually he told you he was at a big white building, luckily you knew what club he was talking about. You drove there and picked up your intoxicated boyfriend who laughed the whole car ride home. You helped him walk into the flat. He kept losing control and falling down, and then laughing. You walked down the hallway until you got to your door, Zayn started pounding on it. “Zayn, stop, I have the key.” You brought him inside and he laid on the couch. He kept rolling off the couch so you had to drag him to your bed. You got him a wet rag and placed it on his head because he was sweating so much. You brought a trash can near the bed in case he puked and then you confiscated his phone because he kept drunk calling people. He was upset with you, but you knew he would thank you in morning when Simon Cowell didn’t hear about how Zayn thought he was psychic
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