Secret.

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