I feel like as soon as you walked though the door, thrown your bag on the table and kicked your shoes off, Zayn would be standing in front of you with his arms held out wide as he waited for you to meet his embrace. He wouldn't pry you to try and find out what, or who, upset you,. He knows that you will tell him when you want to and he would never push you into telling him something that you didn't want to, he'd simply run his fingers through your hair before he lifted you up into his arms, carrying you up the stairs before he snuggled you both into bed. "I'll be okay, y/n." He'd mumble into your ear, a look of pure adoration and love on his face. "I'll fix it."