Chapter 17 Thought

• Will stared wide-eyed in a daze as he sat on the couch with his legs crossed between his thighs as the moment kept playing back in his head. He glanced at the clock to see it was already some minutes past four, he couldn't get a wink of sleep, but on the other hand Zayn was passed out like a log of wood.
• "How could he sleep so well after all that?" he muttered in disbelief, a wave of regret filled him again and he let out a soft groan as he ruffled his hair in frustration.
• He couldn't help the thought that he had the chance to push Zayn away, he could've avoided it, all he had to move away and make Zayn pass it off as a joke... but he didn't.