~Zayn's POV~
Just as I was about to put the phone down, the screen lit up again. This time, it wasn't another message, it was a video call.
For a moment I paused, smiling to myself. He must have finally run out of patience. With a little laugh, I swiped to answer.
His face appeared instantly, filling the screen.
"Baby!" he said, his voice half-relieved, half-accusing. "Why didn't you reply to me? Do you want to kill me with worry?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at his dramatic tone. "I was only teasing you."
He narrowed his eyes at me, pretending to sulk, though the corners of his lips betrayed the smile he was holding back. "Teasing? Do you know how many messages I sent, and you just ignored me?"
I laughed softly. "You're too easy to mess with. One little silence and you already think I've replaced you."
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Because I can't stand the thought of losing you. Don't ever joke like that again, okay?"
