- Aria -
As the sun peeked through the slats of Sean's blinds, casting a warm glow over the room, I was jolted awake by the unmistakable sound of tires crunching over gravel. My heart raced as I turned slightly, the remnant heat of the body next to me sending a shiver of panic down my spine. Zayn was here. Zayn had never been a morning person, but in that moment, I could practically hear him bolting up the stairs. I had never been more grateful for the late-morning grogginess that had nestled itself into my bones, yet I also felt the sharp pangs of fear. What if he walked in?
"Sean," I whispered urgently, shaking him lightly. "Wake up! Zayn's here."
His eyes fluttered open, still clouded with sleep, and for a brief moment, he looked adorably confused, as if he were caught in a dream. T
