ARIANA'S POV
“Why did he have stairs built instead of an elevator?” I muttered under my breath as I climbed the staircase leading to the fourth floor of the mansion.
The stairs felt somewhat endless and each step I took was heavier than the last. When I finally reached the top floor, I had to pause for a moment, taking deep breaths to steady myself.
Gripping the small tray in my hands, I started to walk through the dimly lit hallway, heading to Zayn's room. As I approached his door, I heard the faint sound of music playing inside.
It was the same song I'd heard the last time I was in his room, but now it was much slower, almost melancholic.
The melody wrapped around me like a cozy blanket, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I reached for the handle, hesitating just for a mo
