Ethan's POV
Zayn was eating at the table when I came out of my room, and I slid into the chair opposite him, grabbing a sandwich off his plate.
"Hey!" He said, pulling his plate out of my reach.
I rolled my eyes and bit into the sandwich, immediately knowing it wasn't Aryanna's cooking.
"Aryanna didn't cook breakfast?" I asked, polishing the food in two bites.
"She didn't come down this morning. Ian made the sandwiches." Zayn lifted a cup of what smelt like orange juice to his lips and drank it halfway down.
"Ian made breakfast?” I asked pausing in my chewing.
"Yes."
"And you aren't worried?" I asked, folding my arms.
Maximus started laughing and I ignored him, focusing on Zayn, who shrugged.
"He seemed happy this morning. He said he needed to get something done. He was actually
