Will stared at his face in the mirror of the restroom as he'd been for the past thirty minutes. After taking the call, he was about to make his way back to Zayn's office when Guy and Fudge had stopped him. He knew his uncle had put them outside and he was about to blow up, when Guy's phone had been put up to his ears. He listened to the conversation and he frowned."Why are you on a call with him when he's in there with Zayn?"The look on their faces told Will his uncle's habit had picked up, he always had fun in doing sneaky things like this to catch his prey slipping up. He felt his insides clench up in anger, why is he doing that?"You know what happened nine years ago?"Zayn's voice came through and Will was so close to bursting in and give his uncle a pull on his beards, but Guy and Fudge had held him back. "Don't worry, the boss won't tell." Guy reassured Will who was slowly losing his anger. But the moment he put the phone back up to his ear and heard the rest of their conver
**Two weeks ago*It was all fun and games with a little touch if concern in Will's head, someone kept sending in a piece of flower everyday. And it wasn't Zayn.But for a reason, his mind was more preoccupied by something else. As much as he told himself to not let himself get affected by his uncle's words, it became impossible the moment he got conscious of his environment.*In the living room*Will sat with his legs pulled up between Zayn's open laps and with Zayn's arms wrapped around him. Their eyes stayed focus on the movie playing on the screen but Will's mind focused elsewhere, he'd tried not to react to Zayn's other arm that had been teasing his ear for a while. "Why do you keep doing that?" Will shrunk away as he felt his ears burn up"Doing what?" Zayn chuckled in a way that told it was on purpose. Will leaned forward and shot Zayn a glare that supposedly had the opposite effect."It's because you're so cute." Zayn smiled and went down to kiss him on the lips. Will felt his
Will waved his hand in front of him as his words played again in his head "I'm not saying we should break up or anything." he added and saw a slight relief on Zayn's face."Then, what do you mean?"Will exhaled softly, he had began the race so he might as well finish it. "It's just...I just feel we've been getting a little too, physical."Zayn's face scrunched up in confusion. He wasn't following."What I'm saying is, we need to cut down on... sleeping together.""You don't want to sleep in my room anymore?""No, I..." he exhaled again and shifted on the chair "Having, sex," his voice deemed at the word "I'm saying we should cut down on sex.""Oh," Zayn shifted as he finally got the message, he gave it a thought for a minute and sat on the headrest of the chair "Did I hurt you anywhere? Or was it uncomfortable?" "No, I'm fine. And it didn't feel uncomfortable. But I felt..." he paused, reasoning the words he was about to let out. He had to say it in a way that wouldn't hurt Zayn "It'
The loud tapping sound that filled the quiet room made most heads turn in on direction, their nervous glances shifting to each other anxiously as they sat around the round table, the meeting or rather the supposedly meeting had turned into a gathering with people wondering... where did things go wrong?"Can someone stop whatever's making that sound?" Zayn's sighed as he glared at the projected screen in the room.The others seated now shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They could stop the noise, But the problem at the moment was who would volunteer to tell the boss he was the one furiously tapping his finger on the table when he had such a scary look on his face.Their eyes turned to Will and they found the only solution to the issue, the other problem was how the solution didn't seem to be part of them in the spirit. "...ll ...Will ...Mister Crest!" Will's head shot up at the harsh whisper in his ear, his consciousness came back to him and he got flustered. He hadn't been listeni
What are the repercussions of not getting enough sleep? Of having so much on your mind that you couldn't concentrate on one thing? The answer is that all you do ends up a walking disaster.Will came out of the room just as Zayn stepped off the last stair, their eyes met and Zayn gave him a warm smile."Good morning.""Morning." Will replied. Then Zayn's eyes went down to Will's legs and he paused."Why... do you only have one pair of your slippers on?""Huh?" Will's eyes went down to his legs and he blinked, before muttering "You're right."Zayn watched him walk back into the room tiredly and he waited, only to see Will comeback out with the second pair, but now having the first pair off. He opened his mouth to speak but Will was already walking away.An hour later, in the car."What's my schedule today?" Zayn asked for the third time before Will finally snapped out of his daze"What?""My schedule." Zayn's repeated"Oh, yeah," Will blinked and he reached for his bag, fumbling through
Zayn's head shot to the side instantly and he shifted slowly, trying to stay calm "What is it?"Will placed down his fork and he sat up anxiously, Zayn noticed his uneasiness and he reached for his hands that had gone cold. Warming them up in his, he held his gaze at Will and whispered."It's okay. You can talk to me."Will felt his tensed lids relax and he breathed out before giving a weak nod. He had decided to tell the truth, but now that he was about to, he was scared. Yet strangely, having Zayn's hands hold his made him feel...safe. His eyes scanned the room for nothing in particular and the silence made the sound of his heartbeat louder."The truth is... someone is threatening me."A frown took up Zayn's face as he felt his anger build up in a second "What?" he leaned forward "Do you know who it is?"Will nodded and his head fell "He is someone I knew from highschool.""A friend?""No, he's not my friend. He never was and never will be." Will turned down immediately, being friend
For the next few hours, Zayn hugged Will who gathered his composure and they both stayed together in the most comforting silence ever. Will had stopped crying, although he did sniffle quietly a few more times, but he had stopped crying. His hand went up to carefully brush the back of Will's hair and he let out a soft sigh."Will," he called, but paused as he finally noticed Will had nodded off in his hold.A soft smile took up his lips and his hands slid down to Will's laps, he got up slowly and moved to cross his hands below Will's bum to hold him up against his body. Now having Will in a stable position, he made his way to Will's room and paused in front of the door. Effortlessly releasing one hand while holding Will up with the other, he pushed the door open and his hand resumed it's post. Walking up to the bed, he turned the sheet over to create a space on the bed and with utmost care, he placed Will down on it.His flushed red was out like a rock. He probably hadn't gotten enough
Will jolted awake with soft breaths and his eyes met the familiar ceiling dimly lit by the warm bedside lamp, his frozen lids liquified and he exhaled one last time as he accessed his situation. He didn't have a bad dream, talk less of having a normal dream, yet despite that, his body felt uncomfortable and cold even when he had the sheets over him. The memories of the night came back to him and he wondered why he'd cried so much, it was probably a first for him, or no- it was his second. Strangely, he couldn't tell if he felt so relaxed at the minute because he'd just woken up, or his relaxed demeanor was because he had let out his pain along with his tears. His eyes felt heavy from crying and his dried up throat made him sit up groggily, taking a glance around the room made him notice what was missing, Zayn. Will's eyes went to the door and he held his gaze, why didn't Zayn stay with him? Did he find it hard to sleep next to him or was he still respecting his wish to keep a distan