Interest.

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