Zayn wakes up to the rustling of his bed sheets as Harry joins him and Niall under the covers, jostling them about as he slides in and snugs up against Niall’s back. It is way too early to even think about being awake, and Zayn’s eyelids are heavy as he comes to, the taste of sleep still thick on his tongue.
“Okay there, Hazza?” he murmurs, shifting
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