Zayn’s POV
The sharp crack of glass shattering ricocheted through the house, followed by the muffled roars of my mom and dad arguing—again. I slid my headphones over my ears, drowning their chaos beneath the soft, familiar chords of All of Me by John Legend. My gaze fixed on the ceiling, letting the lyrics wrap around me like a fragile shield.
A small smile tugged at my lips. I hadn’t heard from her since the flowers were delivered. Maybe she didn’t like them… or maybe she was just busy. I couldn’t help it—I saw those flowers and thought of her instantly. Closing my eyes, I pictured her face—until the headphones were yanked away so suddenly it jolted my eyes open.
My mother stood there, chest heaving, eyes sharp with fury. I pushed myself up from the bed, moving with deliberate calm. He
