Dreary|| zarry

Seven||

On one particular Friday Zayn notices how clear the sky seems. There are no signs of white clouds but just the bright sun shining, glimmering onto the lake just beside the office buidling.

Instantly, Zayn quickly takes out his phone to text Harry, wondering if he has seen it yet. His friend likes the simpilest of things, such as a cloudless sky. Zayn remembers him saying that to him in the list of things he likes.

"Guess who got laid!" a voice suddenly exclaims , Louis, who is now standing up from his seat with a large smile on his lips as he looks at Zayn. He quirks up an eyebrow.

"Uh, you?" Zayn says, snorting as Louis nods. "Who was the lucky guy or gal?" he questions.

"Guy, and it was a one night stand." Louis says, sitting back down. Zayn frowns.

"Oh...I didn't know you did that." Zayn furrows his brows.

"And I didn't know you judged."

"Lou, I've known you for a few years now, you've never done one night stands." Zayn says. "You even said you don't want to give your "sexy" body to just anyone, so what up?" Zayn questions, quirking up an eyebrow.

Louis shrugs. "I needed some action." he says.

Zayn nods his head silently, finding this behavior strange. "Well, I don't know how I feel about this wild lifestyle Louis." He jokes.

"And who the hell asked you?" Louis snaps and Zayn freezes, glancing at his friend but doesn't dwell on the words. He keeps his mouth shut, checking emails and any deadlines he may have by the end of the month.

It's only September, no holidays have come up which usually makes them busy. Zayn stands up, collecting a few files he needs to give to his boss from reviews and critics of the magazines. They usually aren't bad at all, but if they are, there's a meeting for each floor on different days to figure out ways to improve.

Honestly, Zayn hates them.

It's filled with fake people wanting to get recognized by the boss with their good ideas in order to get a raise. Sometimes people are genuine and insightful, obviously enjoyable. But Zayn is always quiet because he's either not confident about his response or simply has nothing to say at all.

Going through the corridor, Zayn turns a corner, accidentally knocking into another body, making a shriek leave the person's lips and Zayn frantically saying a "sorry". When he meets the person's eyes he meets a bright green with dirty blonde hair. He's never seen this woman around the office before so she is clearly new and very beautiful. "Hey, uh, I'm really sorry about that." He says, shaking his head as he quickly picks up the files and papers she once had in her hands.

"Oh." She chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looks down, taking the papers Zayn had collected for her. "Thank you and it's fine, really, I should've looked where I was going." She says, both of them standing at the same time. She is right under his nose, being fairly tall. She has olive colored skin, curvy and has a natural glow to her with an average sized bust. She seems to carry herself well, with confidence and class.

"You're new here?" Zayn asks curiously, taking in the aura she brings with her. She smells of cinnamon and seems cautious but friendly.

"Yeah, my first day, someone named Lara is supposed to give me my tour but I'm not sure where her office is." She sighs, taking out a torn out paper with a room number written on it.

"441. It's the other direction," Zayn points behind her. "And the last door on your left." He states.

"Thank you, what's your name?" She asks.