~Zayn's POV~
When I lifted my head, it was Evans standing there.
I couldn't help but chuckle when our eyes met.
"You must be happy to see me," he said, a sly grin tugging at his lips.
"Happy? For what exactly?" I raised a brow.
He only smiled, brushing off my tone. "Anyway, happy birthday, Zayn."
"Thanks," I replied, studying him. "But why are you here so early? Are you that free?"
"Zayn," he said lightly, "you should appreciate me for coming. Don't talk like that."
I exhaled, then gave him a small smile. "Alright. Thanks for coming."
His grin widened, and for a moment I just watched him. There was something about his face, familiar in a way I couldn't quite place. "You know," I murmured, "your look sometimes feels familiar to me, but I can't tell where I've seen it."
He leaned closer, teasing, "Maybe in your dreams. I came to you as your boyfriend."
I rolled my eyes. "That's not funny, Evans."
"Relax," he chuckled.
"Still," I pressed, "why are you here so early?"
