Tattoo.

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