Ethan's POV:
Ian slumped on the bed, muttering something under his breath. Zayn looked at his watch. "You are in luck, Ian. It's time for Ethan to take over."
Ian lifted himself up on his hands, and he turned to me. "It's past one already?"
I nodded, and slid into the couch. "Yeah, were you that tired?"
Ian shrugged, pushing himself off the bed. "Not really. I actually didn't notice the time going. I wouldn't mind staying a little while."
Zayn snorted, rolling his eyes. "Aren't you the one who was complaining a while ago?"
"I wasn't complaining."
"Sounded like one to me. What do you think, E?" Zayn said, turning to me, a cheeky smile on his face.
I ignored Ian's glare and nodded. "Sounded like one to me too."
Ian flipped us off, and took off his shirt. "You are both assholes. Give
