love and deepspace♡

"Are you alright?" He broaches the subject carefully. At first you don't answer. But then, almost reluctantly, likely because you know he won't let it go, you mumble a response.

"I'm fine."

A lie, of course. A bad one too. You don't sound like yourself at all, usually much more upbeat and eager. You also won't meet his eyes, and you remain unmoving. He shifts closer, resting a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezing.

"It's okay if you're not. You can talk to me, if you want."

It's not what he intends, but apparently he hits the nail on the head. You meet his gaze, eyes wide and filled with tears. Zayne is quick to action, pulling you into him as the tears run down your face and soak his shirt.

"It-it's stupid. I'm just...I'm being sensitive. It's not like there's anything really wrong I-I just can't stop feeling like this..." You tug him in, as if trying to get even closer than physically possible. Zayne rubs your back, squeezing you tight to him.

"I know, I know. It's alright. It will pass, and then you'll feel better. Everything is going to be okay."

You don't move from his embrace, preferring instead to sink into him and allow sobs to wrack your body. Each one is a knife to Zayne's heart, but he grits his teeth and bears it. He knows what you need right now. He's happy to be there for you, really, just to offer some semblance of comfort.

After about an hour, you seem to tire, going almost limp from exhaustion. He should get you some food, for the sake of energy, but he knows that above all, you need some rest.

lads boys 🍎 ⭐ 🐦‍⬛🐠 ⛄ : when you give them the silent treatment after an argument

chuu's note: ok i stg i will disappear after this one.. i just couldn't help myself ok bye ily all ty for the support 💗