On the other side of town, with a glass of whiskey with little to no ice and an annoyed look on his face, Zayn kinda regrets the fact he decided to come out with Harry.
Maybe it's the fact his boyfriend's here and they're not even talking. Maybe it's the way he feels left out, even if he enjoys being on his own.
Maybe it's how they're seconds away from fucking in the middle of the pub. And sure, people around wouldn't even notice, judging by the way they're all drunk, but still.
He brings the drink to his lips, taking his time to tilt the glass and let the liquid pour into his mouth, as he closes his eyes for just a moment. He could be in his apartment, enjoying the silence, a bottle of wine —the expensive stuff, the one you never regret buying. the kind that doesn't last very long— and a movie playing on his flat screen.
For loads of people it might feel lonely and kind of boring, but he doesn't really mind.
Yes, sometimes he'd love to have someone around to spend his time with and stuff, but no one ever lasts more than a couple of dates. They all just want his money and all the gifts he can get them, no matter where he meets them.
And of course he doesn't care about spending that way, but he wants some sort of connection to form between him and his partner —or fling, or whatever you'd like to call them—. He doesn't think it's a crazy thing to ask, but somehow he always ends up alone and disappointed.
He opens his eyes again, setting them on his empty hand laying on the wooden table, a few centimetres away from his phone. He swallows the gulp of whiskey he took and smiles at the way it burns his throat ever so slightly. It's how he likes it and he wishes he could have a whole bottle.
But he doesn't want to get wasted. Not tonight, at least.
That's why he sets the glass down and unlocks his phone, ignoring the fact Harry's boyfriend just climbed in his lap and he's grinding on him without a care in the world.
He doesn't blame them, really, he can understand. But he would go mental if it was him. Not because he's against public display of affection, but he wouldn't tolerate another man —or woman, actually— looking at his date for the night the way sone people are looking at the couple on the other side of the table. He'd probably even get into a fight or something like that, even if he knows it wouldn't be worth it in the end.
He sighs, checking out a couple of emails he forgot to answer to when he was in the office. He even manages to get distracted for a while, not even thinking about whatever's going on around him and he's grateful for that. It's nice, even if the chatter surrounding him and his friends' kind of a lot to deal with.
After a few minutes, though, he finds himself wandering to the Secret Benefit's website, not really expecting much other than the usual random, boring, pretty stupid messages from girls who just want to drain his wallet and nothing more.
But he's surprised, when he sees a notification from an account he never interacted with.
So he decides to check it out.
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Secret Benefit ▸ ZM
FanficZayn Malik is a Sugar Daddy, he's 32 years old and he has never been married. He had girlfriends and relationships all through his life, some longer than others, but he never had anyone who satisfied him completely, and not just in bed. He's not ne...
