Cufflinks and Quiffed Hair // L.S.

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*Zayn's POV*

My mind had been blowing up lately, I had to do something. All I could do was think of how to see Gigi again. Maybe Louis was right, I was crushing on her. But hey, don't tell him I said that.

I finally decided to go to the bar, alone, and enjoy some drinks for some time.

I parked my bike outside, shut my helmet inside, and walked into the bar.

"A scotch, please." I said, as I sat down on one of those chairs near the counter. I saw a blond-headed guy sitting a few chairs far, drinking away and listening to music. He was alone, so was I.

I called out to him, "Hey! Blond dude, here." He looked at me and smiled wide, waving at me. He took off his earphones, kept them inside his pocket and walked over to where I sat, along with his drink.

"Yeah mate, whatcha doin'?" He said, sitting down next to me. I smiled, he seemed to be Irish and Irish is the definition of nice.

"Nothing, just came to drink, need to clear my mind." I replied.

"Oh, something's wrong?" He asked, seriously.

I shook my head and just shrugged. The bartender handed me my scotch and I began drinking. He said, "I'm Niall."

"Zayn." I replied and we shook hands. "So, Zaynie-waynie, what's troubling you? You can trust me; I won't be telling your problems to anyone."

He said and I thought for a while, should I really trust him? Let's give it a go, I guess.

"So...there's this girl. I saw her a few days ago, just once. But ever since then, all I can do is think about her. It sounds super silly, I know." I said. He looks at his drink, not at me. Niall finally said, "Ever heard of the term 'crush' in life?" I rolled my eyes, "Mate, I had a girlfriend in high school. I definitely know what that means."

He looked at me and said, "Did you love her? How long were you both together?" I shook my head, "Didn't actually love her, it was more like a physical relationship. I liked her though, she was sweet and intelligent. But she soon found someone else and left me. We lasted three months."

"Oh, I'm sorry Zaynie-waynie." He said, gulping down whatever was left in his glass. I chuckled, that nickname was funny. I said, "Don't be sorry, it's all good." He nodded as he said, "Give yourself some time, you can't start crushing on her already."

He was right, I was being stupid. I knew absolutely nothing about her, how could I start getting attracted?

"Where do you work?" I asked him, changing the topic.

He reached for the back pocket of his jeans and took out an ID Card.

Niall James Horan

23 years

P.A.

Styles Global Industries

I froze in my seat. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was fucking fraternizing with the enemy?! I was being completely stupid and careless for the past three days. Oh God, what would Louis say? Will I lose my job and best friend both?

Niall waved a hand in front of my face, dragging me back to reality. He looked at me amused, "Bro, did you see a ghost or something?" and he started giggling at his own joke.

I gulped, "N-Niall. You work for H-Harry Styles?" He nodded, "My bestie he is, can't go a day without talking to him. Why?"

I can't believe this. Niall looks at me and says, "Shit man, you're sweating as fuck!!" I wiped my sweat away from my jacket sleeve and said, "I-I'm, can I, a-are you trustworthy?"