Ian's POV:
Ethan knocked on the door, stepping in with Zayn behind him. I got off the bed, trying not to wake Aryanna.
She hadn't spoken to me when I stepped in, but she had silently changed into my shirt and let me hold her until she fell asleep.
"What?" I asked, adjusting my sleeves and pulling them up my forearms.
Ethan's eyes narrowed and darkened and he tsked. "Apologise to Zayn."
I arched my brows, switching to my other sleeve. "And I need to do this because?"
Zayn opened his mouth and stepped forward, but Ethan placed a hand over his chest, halting his movements.
Ethan turned to me. "You know why, Ian. Apologise."
I shrugged and got off the bed, dusting my slacks as I stepped towards them.
I turned to Zayn and mustered as much remorse as I could into my voice. "I am sorry.
