Thoughts.

"-ir... ir... Sir."

Will's head shot up at the sound of the call and as he stared at the faces seated at the round table, he had forgotten they were now in a meeting and had spaced out. He saw their heads all turned in Zayn's direction and his heart skipped as he turned to see Zayn staring at him.

Again?

"Sir, do you not find the project to your liking?"

With his elbow resting on the chair and his hand raised to hold up his head, Zayn shifted his eyes to the screen like he hadn't been staring at Will and he went quiet for a minute. Then he said "Who's in charge of this project?"

The room tensed up as they knew what was coming next. The young man at the end of the table raised his hand and swallowed before replying nervously "That would be me, sir."

Zayn stared at him for a minute, then he shifted and gave a nod of approval before saying "Good job."

The others froze at his response and Will blinked in surprise, his eyes shifted to the screen and then back at Zayn. It was weird for him