Fuck ! I feel for you

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To say Zayn was trying hard was an understatement. He was trying so damn hard not to drool over the man sitting across the table. But was failing miserably. He looked up at his boss and bite his lips immediately looking down at his note pad where he was supposed to write what Mr. Payne, his boss was saying but it looked like a Three year old was learning to write. Words written in terrible handwriting not even the doctor could understand. Like some insects lazily relaxing on the note pad. He randomly nodded his head when Mr. Payne asked "understand...? " but hell he didn't even listen what he said. So much distracted by the chocolate brown eyes looking at him. Pink pulpy lips moving as the sweet yet so manly voice gently speaking to him. An expensive pen resting in between his long and thick fingers.

Zayn shook his head and tried not to look up but it was so God damn tough when Mr. Payne strictly said , "Mr. Malik look at me when I asked you something." And hell again he didn't hear what he asked again.

When the tourture was not enough, Mr. Payne stood up from his leather chair and took off his coat and loosen his tie. He walked over to Zayn's side and leaned on the table comfortably standing 2 feets away from him crossing his arms around his chest. Showing off his rock hard biceps.
And that's when Zayn loses it.

" Want me to call the Doctor Mr. Malik , you are not looking so good," Mr. Payne asked looking down at the smaller lad sitting on the chair wiping his palm on his trousers.

" N- No sir , I'm f- fine, tha- thank you," Zayn nervously replied again not daring to look up.

" I have to tell you things twice, don't I ? Look at me when I asked something," Mr. Payne said annoyingly looking down at him.

" sorry s- sir. I'm fine. It's just, it's hot in here" Zayn said which came out more like a question.
"Are you telling me or asking me?" Mr. Payne asked raising his eyebrows.
" No, I mean yeah it's hot." Zayn confirmed and the regretted what he said.

" Now, Mr. Malik I'm serious. Do you want me to call the doctor because it's the first week of November , it is  snowing outside and you are feeling hot ? What is wrong with you ?" Mr. Payne said frowing at him.

And that was the perfect time for zayn to jump off the window because how was he supposed to tell Mr. Payne that he was hot because of him. Hell he wished he could but only he couldn't. That would be really inappropriate , right ? Yep that's what he tells him , all the time. Which in fact is the truth.

" No sir, I - I'm fine," he assured Mr. Payne who only hummed in response. The chocolate brown eye were now looking at him directly and Zayn just wished that somehow he can disappear and never appeare again. Mr. Payne took the note pad from him and Zayn stopped breathing. He knew what was coming next and he couldn't deal with that now. Not because Mr. Payne gets scary when he gets angry but to him he looks even hotter.

Mr. Payne looked at his note pad flipping through the pages. He then closed it and took Zayn's small soft hands in his big ones and giving back the note pad to him he just smirked.
" I don't know how but you will type what I have told u to and bring it on time. Got it Mr. Malik?" he said still smirking at him.

Zayn just nodded his head in response and left the office when Me. Payne asked him to. He walked out of the Office and took out his mobile phone and played the recording of what his boss asked him to write. He laughed mischievously before making his way back to his own office.

This was Zayn and his Mr. Payne.

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This is the first time I'm trying to write a fanfic. I wanted to write it for so long but I got the chance now.. hope everyone will enjoy reading this.