~Zayn's POV~
Running my hand through my hair, I let out a sharp breath. What the fuck is going on? Who's trying to mess with my head?
Time slipped by until my phone buzzed with a message from Evric: Baby check the time. Don't you think it's getting late? It's time to go home.
It sounded controlling initially, but I knew him well enough to understand that he was just ensuring I got home safe.
I turned to Nantam and Dean. "I'll be heading out now."
"Why the rush? We can…" Nantam began, but Dean quickly cut him off.
"Nantam, just let him go. You know he's still recovering. Let him rest early."
Nantam sighed, then gave me a slight smile. "That's true. Alright then, see you around, my friend."
I stepped outside the bar and slid into the car. The drive home was smooth, and soon I was back in our room, finally able to settle down.
Not long after, my phone lit up with Evric's name. I smiled and picked up.
"Baby," he greeted softly. "You didn't drink too much, did you?"
