Liam sighed. Zayn was so good at reading him, almost too good. The concern was there in Zayn’s eyes now, and Liam knew it wasn’t going to go away until he told his boyfriend the truth.
“No, Zayn. Honestly, I’ve just been waiting for you to come back. I tried sleeping, but it won’t work when you’re not here.”
“Li…” Zayn’s voice was soft as he brought a hand to Liam’s chest.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Or, I’m not really fine, but it’s not important. I just-, I wish you didn’t have to leave every night.”