Alina’s POV
“I don’t think you should do a housewarming party,” Zayn said the moment we got home.
I turned sharply to face him. “It’s not a good idea,” he added, his tone calm but firm.
“Oh my God, Zayn,” I snapped, crossing my arms. “Why didn’t you say anything when Banjo suggested it? You kept quiet then, and now you’re telling me we shouldn’t—after I already told him it was happening?” My voice rose, irritation bubbling through.
“I know,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should’ve spoken up then. But now… I think you should cancel the whole thing.” His expression was unreadable, but the seriousness in his tone made me pause.
“You can’t be serious right now,” I said, disbelief mixing with annoyance. “I already told him we’d have a housewarming party. I can’t just go bac
