Zayn stared out the window as the morning breeze felt his face. His Rolls-Royce ghost was one of the most comfortable places to be in but at the moment... it wasn't doing much justice to the turmoil going on in his head. His dream flashed back into his mind and he ran his hand over his face. He wanted to ignore it, more like he tried to, but the solid proof was as hard as rock and there was no way he could ignore the fact. The realization made him wish for the fifth time that he was suddenly hit by a truck. He had a wet dream. Not of a girl... not of the lady he met at the bar... but a man. His very own bestfriend to be exact. He pulled his hand over his face as a huge sigh escaped his mouth. "Are you okay sir? Would you like me to pull up?" Zayn's head spun around to look at Newton who's question he had missed, and Newton stared back at him through the rear mirror as a look of concern pulled up on his face. "It's the sixth time you've let out a sigh sir, forgive me for asking
Kay cackled up as he lost control over his body and fell off Zayn's couch. It took him a while to get himself as he could feel his eyes tear up from laughing so hard."W-wait... hold on." Kay said with his arm out and slowly got up "I think I'm okay now,"Zayn, who had his legs crossed and arms folded next to him glared at Kay who fell back down and went into another phase of cackling. "Just let me know when you're done," Zayn said, now sounding uninterested, which deferred from Kay who seemed to be having the time of his life."Oh my god... this is why I love my job," Kay said as he finally got a hold of himself. He took a seat next to Zayn who shot him a killer look and he felt he was about to burst up again."If you laugh about this again I will make you wish you never set foot in my house,"Kay choked up on his laugher immediately as he could feel the menace behind Zayn tone. Also cause he knew just what Zayn was capable of doing. He cleared his throat and he knew he had to get se
Later that night, just when Zayn was getting ready to leave the office, a light knock fell on his door. "Come in,"The door flung open and Will stormed in looking disheveled. His sleeves had been pulled up to his wrist, he didn't have on his jacket any longer his hair looked like he'd been running his fingers through it– a lot. That was the second stage of Will's frustration, and Zayn folded his arms as he felt Will had given up already. He looked at the time on his wrist, it was way past Will's clock-out time and Zayn gave a slight nod in commendation of Will for taking the work seriously. ...but an unfinished work is still unfinished. His main goal from this was to make Will realize he wasn't capable of the job and he knew how much Will hated being incapable."Here," Will sighed and stretched out the flash to him. "I've filled it out,"Zayn wasn't expecting that."What?" he said and Will gave his hand a little shake, directing Zayn to take the flash in his hand."I've filled out e
Will stared arms-crossed at Zayn who sat legs-crossed on the sofa and stared back at the furious looking Will whom he couldn't seem to take serious because of the blue pajamas he had on. His black flip-flops matched the sleeping mask he had pulled up to expose his forehead, and his bed hair just happened to be the cutest thing he'd seen all week. Zayn hadn't realized he'd been staring until Will cleared his throat in a loud manner, he finally looked him in the eyes. "Anything you would like to say to me?" Will said, obviously expecting an apology. "I'm throwing out the pair I have of this once I get home," Zayn pointed at the pajamas before he got up and walked over to the glass wall that covered the pool on the other side. He couldn't believe how their taste in similar things was still so much in sync. He'd just had on the same pants before he left for the hanger. "What? You have this too?!" Will exclaimed and realized he was going off the track "That's not the point here. You were
Zayn pressed his hand on the bed and leaned in closer to get a good look at the tattoo drawn on Will's chest. He could see it draw out to his arms and disappear to his sleeves. He pulled back as he found it hard to get out of his confused state. Will hated getting anything on his skin, a bruise made him itch sometimes, but now he had a full sleeve tattoo drawn."I did not see that comin..." he muttered but stopped when his eyes moved up to Will's face who's eyes were now staring wide eyed at him. "What are you doing?""You got a tattoo?" Zayn asked directly and Will went silent. Silence again huh?, Zayn thought before letting out a sigh."What's your size?""huh?" Will said, caught off guard by the question. Then his brows shot up and his hands slowly crossed down his pants as he gave Zayn a suspicious look. "Why do you care about my size,"Zayn squeezed his brows when he realized Will was having the wrong thought. "Get your mind out of the gutter, I need your size to get you some cl
A slight knock fell on bathroom door and Zayn's ears perked up."I get you're angry but do you have to lock yourself up in the toilet? it's been over thirty minutes now you know," Will said carefully and Zayn let out a soft sigh. He also didn't like the idea of being couped up in the toilet but he couldn't go back out after seeing how uncomfortable it got... not with his lower part acting up. He looked back down between his legs as he clarified he was good to go."Fine, I'll leave the room, so get yourself out of there," Will said and he could hear footsteps being taken. He held on to the knob of the door and paused as he tried to reason his situation, he didn't want Will to stay far away but then there was no way they could stay in the same room with the way he had no control over himself. He pulled the door and went out but then the two figures froze as they stared at each other. Will hung over the table that had been filled with breakfast, his cheeks stuffed as he had a fork hangi
The two walked in and Zayn gave a contented nod at the hall. "Just as expected of president Joe. Flashy as ever," he said as he observed the luxurious interior design that chimed and blinged at every corner of the room. The well-lit room captured the elegance of the color purple and cream mix. Zayn and Will came to a stop as they scanned the room for president Joe which didn't take them three head turns to find the crowd that covered him up. "People would think he was the girl of the day,'' Will said as they both stared in the same direction. "Must be tough," Zayn said "What do you expect, he is the president of the biggest company," "Oh, I didn't mean for him, I meant for the celebrant," Zayn corrected as he stuck his hand in his pocket before looking to his side at Will and Zayn couldn't help but think the one people were bound to mistake for the person of the day was 'him'. He had his hair gelled neatly which made his bewitching facial feature stick out more as his green eyes
"Will!" Zayn slammed the door open as he saw Will crouched down, laying with his back on the wall as he wheezed out for air. Zayn knelt next to him and held him up as he simply slumped against him, Will's eyes could barely stay open, his forehead brimmed with sweat and a wave of concern flooded Zayn. Will was hyperventilating. "Hey- hey Will, what's wrong? Will? Will!!" His mind blanked out when he didn't get a reply but loud and hard gasps, he'd never seen Will in this state. He took out his phone hurriedly and dailed out as the line picked up within a second. "Bring the car around, hurry!" he rushed and stuck the phone back without taking his eyes off Will who didn't look any better. He heard people approaching and he frowned, pulling off his jacket and carefully covering up Will's head, he moved to stick his arm under Will's knee before lifting him up to get him out of the toilet first. He dashed out and made his way to the corridor as the ones approaching flinched at his sudd