~Evric's POV~
Zayn stopped, his back ramrod straight, and slowly turned around. "Oh, I forget," he said, the sweetness of his jealousy turning to genuine fury. "Then I'm packing out!"
I stared at him, genuinely shocked. This wasn't just playful anger; he meant it.
Zayn didn't wait for me to process the shock. He spun around and stormed toward the large walk-in closet where our clothes were kept, immediately pulling out a duffel bag and starting to pack his things.
I ran a hand through my hair, following him quickly. "Babe, what is going on?" I asked gently.
"Don't you get it?" Zayn snapped, tossing a shirt into the bag. "You don't keep your promise."
I reached out and tried to take his hand, pulling him back toward the bedroom. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
But Zayn snatched his hand away in a fit of cute, desperate pique and tried to march past me, heading back for the bedroom door.
"Zayn, stop!" I shouted, the word cutting through the space between us.
