Zayn was in his bedroom when the front door slammed downstairs. He knew that sound , Alex never knocked, never waited. He just barged in like he owned the place. Zayn was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. Damian's last text — a simple miss you with a heart emoji — was still open. He hadn't replied yet. He was still trying to figure out how to say I love you without sounding desperate.
Footsteps pounded up the stairs.
Alex burst through the bedroom door without knocking, track bag still slung over one shoulder, face already flushed red with anger. He didn't drop his stuff. He didn't sit. He just marched straight to Zayn and slammed a folded piece of paper down on the desk beside the bed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alex's voice was low, but it carried that sharp edge he only used when he was furious. "Breaking things off with Selene? Getting back with Damian? Have you lost your fucking mind?"
