Zayn Crawford stood in his office and he stared out through the glass wall, his office being on the highest floor gave him an outstanding view of the city. With his hands in his pocket, he felt himself relax in the silence of the room, until it was suddenly disrupted by the ringing sound of his phone. He moved closer and peered down at the screen that revealed the name 'The devil herself'."What does she want now?" He muttered and walked back to the front of the glass, completely ignoring the call...more like he tried to. The ringing echo filled the room persistently as he tried to find the relaxing feeling he felt a while ago. It was quite impossible with all the buzzing, and waiting for it to end was no use, she calls back again. He groaned and picked the call."What...""...why aren't you picking your calls?! Don't tell me you're still asleep?!" His mom's yell pierced through the phone and Zayn winced at the damage she'd done to his ear. He brought the phone back up but putting a d
He looked to his side to see Will focused on the paper in his hand, and wondered how Will had managed to postpone the meeting. He was meeting up with Greg Forger, and he knew just how strict he was about business and being tidy. So it was quite commendable that Will had managed to get him out of the mess. He paused as he realized he had just praised Will in his head and this made him frown. He was still mad at him."What do you think you're doing?" Zayn asked and Will looked at him like the answer was pretty obvious. "Going through your schedule." "Get out.""It's a moving car, if I get out I'll die," Will replied as he went back to reading his schedule."I never agreed to work with you." "I'll keep that in mind," Will nodded as he stared at the list in his hand. "You don't have much lined up for today. After this, you have another conference meeting, then you have some paperwork that needs your approval, then you have lunch with..."Zayn stared at Will as he kept rambling. Will's
Entering the bar, he recognized Kay's long blond hair that fell a little over his shoulder. He walked over and took a sit on the empty chair next to him. Kay turned his head as his blue rayed frames met his eyes."Why do you look so bleak? you're gonna chase off all the ladies coming at you?" Kay joked and signaled to the bartender "A glass of your most expensive drink. Bill's on him."He looked at Zayn who had on a look of grimace. "Don't look at me like that, I only got one cause I know you wouldn't drink.""Are you here to rip me off or help me?" "Both." Kay said confidently and Zayn let out a sigh. "I got the gist of it over the phone. Here I thought you'd be delighted, but you surely don't look like someone who just got back his basic charm in life.""Enough jokes here Kay."A glass of beer was placed in front of Kay."Thanks." he said and took a sip of it as he popped his mouth in satisfaction. He looked back at Zayn who had on a purple white-striped shirt with the sleeves roll
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