Comfort.

Will straightened as the question took him aback and he blinked repeatedly as Zayn's words finally sunk in.

"How do you know about Zee?"

"You mumbled the name in your sleep and kept tapping and asking for where she was," he replied and Will puffed his cheeks at his habit. "Guess I was right then,"

Zayn's eyes fell back on his laptop. "Is it okay to be so bent on a 'fling'? Seems to me like it could be more than that."

Will scoffed and let out a chuckle before saying,

"Actually, Zee... Is not my fling, but a plushie." Will said and Zayn stopped typing, his head turned towards Will and he opened his mouth to say something but he stopped mid-way and stared back to his screen.

"You should've said that earlier." Zayn said in a low tone and Will let out a soft laughter. "Why search for a plushie anyway?"

"I can't help it, it's my source of comfort,"

"A plushie?"

"A plushie." Will repeated with a nod.

It wasn't just any plushie, it was his companion for nine years, at the times he felt lo