ZAYN’S POV
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as my mind kept running in circles. Sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon. Not with everything that had happened.
A dull ache throbbed in my head, but I felt numb to the pain.
I was tired. Really tired.
It felt as if I was slowly losing my mind, like I was going crazy. I didn’t know what to do anymore, and to be completely honest, I had never felt more frustrated in my life.
Nothing was adding up.
The attack, the chandelier falling, the tension between Ariana and me—it felt like I was losing control of everything and no matter how hard I tried to hold on, I was losing my grip.
I pressed my palms against my forehead and let out a sharp exhale. The chandelier…That damn chandelier. Mr. Stanley swore the remote was locked in his r
