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
The next morning, Zayn woke up to the sound of Will talking. He raised his head as he realized he'd slept off on the chair and he saw Will standing with the intercom placed at his ear."Sorry, who?... Kayden Kross?..."Zayn ears perked up at the name, it was Kay. He got up and made his way towards Will who looked confused."Uh, I'm sorry, I'll have to confirm that...""... it's okay," Zayn said and Will flinched at his sudden appearance as he took the phone away from him and spoke into it. "It's okay, please send him up,""Alright sir," the receptionist replied and he stretched over Will to set the phone down. Will turned back to him as the distance between could barely be called one. Zayn stared at him as his bed hair looked cuter than ever, the color had come back to his face but his ears stayed red and he wondered if he was still running a fever."What?" Will asked casually and Zayn's hand went to his forehead as he measured Will's temperature. His hands fell next on his neck and a
Will stared back at the towel he'd found on his head and his insides felt warm. He knew better than anyone else what it meant to have someone worry in his stead, spending nine years alone was enough to let him know. His memory of the last night was a bit hazy but he remembered a few things, like how he'd uncontrollably gotten on Zayn. His habit had unconsciously creeped in as getting closure during an attack helped him relax a lot, that's why he had Zee. He looked down at his clothes and realized the difference."He even changed my clothes." he mumbled as he kept staring down. He felt pleased at this and his ears went hot as he couldn't help the chuckle that seeped out of his mouth."What has you looking so excited?"His head shot up and the smile faded off immediately he saw Zayn who was fresh out of the shower."Nothing," Will replied casually and noticed Zayn scanning the room."He already left, said he had an important appointment he had to meet up," Will delivered as an unsatisf
Will straightened as the question took him aback and he blinked repeatedly as Zayn's words finally sunk in."How do you know about Zee?" "You mumbled the name in your sleep and kept tapping and asking for where she was," he replied and Will puffed his cheeks at his habit. "Guess I was right then," Zayn's eyes fell back on his laptop. "Is it okay to be so bent on a 'fling'? Seems to me like it could be more than that."Will scoffed and let out a chuckle before saying,"Actually, Zee... Is not my fling, but a plushie." Will said and Zayn stopped typing, his head turned towards Will and he opened his mouth to say something but he stopped mid-way and stared back to his screen."You should've said that earlier." Zayn said in a low tone and Will let out a soft laughter. "Why search for a plushie anyway?""I can't help it, it's my source of comfort,""A plushie?""A plushie." Will repeated with a nod. It wasn't just any plushie, it was his companion for nine years, at the times he felt lo
Thirty minutes earlier, they got back to the hotel and Zayn sat at the edge of the bed with a tired groan as his hand pressed on his shoulder."You go ahead and hit the bath," he said "Don't you want to go in first?""it's fine, I'm beat. Wake me up when you're done." Zayn replied and with that he slumped back on the bed and his eyes went shut."Alright, I'll be quick then." Will said and made his way to the bathroom as he decided to let him be for the minute. Taking a warm bath and getting changed, he walked out to find Zayn sound asleep. He walked up to him and moved to give him a tap but he stopped, listening to the soft sound of his breath, he decided to let him be for a few minutes more."Sorry you didn't get enough sleep 'cause of me," he muttered with a smile and the buzz of his phone caught his attention. He went over and picked it up to see a message, the credited numbers he could see made his eyes widen as he knew immediately who the culprit was. His uncle was at it again.