In which Liam becomes Zayn's assistant at work, but Zayn can't ever get anything done due to Liam being distracting.
Mature Content
Zayn had wondered why Liam was so worried to accept the position of being his assitant.
"Won't I distract you?" he had asked in numerous occasions, but Zayn had always assured him that he wouldn't be a distraction.
Oh, how wrong was he.
But he couldn't just fire Liam for a reason as stupid as not being able to concentrate. So he might as well power through to get his work done.
"Zayn!" Liam exclaims, entering Zayn's office, "I brought you breakfast! I noticed you didn't eat before you left home. Taylor and I decided that that wouldn't be acceptable. You should've heard her, she was all 'Baba didn't eat. His tummy's going to frown all day.'"
Zayn smiles at the mention of their daughter. He loves watching his husband interact with her, "Thanks Liam." He says, pecking Liam's cheek when he receives his breakfast, "I'd starve to death without you."
Liam smiles smugly, "Well it's a good thing I'm here."
He watches Liam walk out of his office (and he may have checked out his bottom, but nobody needs to know that). It's moments like these when he realizes what Liam meant when he said he would be a distraction. But Zayn refuses to admit it to his face because that would only make Liam feel guilty.
Shaking his thoughts away, Zayn turns back to his computer to respond to an e-mail from last night.
"Dear Mr. Malik, blah blah blah regarding your e-mail blah blah blah," he reads aloud, "we have decided that this month's issue blah blah blah." He sighs when he realizes that he's being told that his magazine needs more to it. What more is there to put? Everything thought of was tied together into the issue.
"Dear Mrs. *****" he furiously starts to type out a reply. The scowl on his face gets deeper with every sentence typed and at this point he isn't afraid of getting wrinkles.
He's so into the e-mail that he doesn't hear his door open, "Woah, slow down there hot stuff." a female voice says, causing him to jump and let out a (very manly) squeal.
Zayn looks up to see his best friend standing in front of his desk, "They want more." He tells her.
Her eyebrows furrow, "More? What more could we do?"
"I don't know," he sighs, "I'm e-mailing them so they can maybe be a bit more specific in what they want."
She hums, "Is there a deadline?"
"Two Fridays from now."
"Well that's not so bad!" she says with a smile, "That's enough time, and you work on it at home too, right? That'll get it done way before then."
"No, Caroline. It's not good. I have to figure out what this 'more' is and then I have to add it in and they'll probably want some interviews of people in there or something and that's just so much to do. Plus, when I work at home it's not very long because Liam makes me get off the computer after a little bit. Something about worrying about my health." Zayn breathes deeply and massages his temples.
Caroline lies a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Well if I were Liam I'd do the same thing. You're stressing yourself out too much. Speaking of Liam, where is he?"
"I don't know. Probably playing with Mel's baby again." A small smile grows across Zayn's face, "He's such an idiot."
"You're disgustingly in love. You know how happy I was when you two got together? It was about time. And I wasn't even surprised when you proposed to him. It was inevitable, really."
