Zeph's POV
I'm standing in the training room watching the punching bag swing back and forth from my last hit when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn to see Zayn and Tyler walking in, both of them panting hard and drenched in sweat. Their workout clothes are soaked through, Zayn in black athletic shorts and a grey tank top, Tyler in navy blue joggers and no shirt. They must have just finished their morning run because they look completely exhausted.
"Morning," Zayn says between breaths, grabbing a towel from the bench and wiping his face. "You're here early."
"Couldn't sleep," I say, turning back to the bag and landing another punch. The impact sends a satisfying jolt up my arm but it doesn't make me feel any better. Nothing does lately.
Tyler collapses onto the bench with a groan. "I'm
