Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 2

Harry knew that some people were born with money.

He knew of the 1%. He knew that these past years the gap between the ultra-rich and the poor had become only larger.

What he didn't expect was for the gap to look at his face and spit right in his eye.

Even though he had seven million pounds, secretly tucked away under the floorboards of his old, empty, and decrepit flat, he felt that was pocket change for these people.

Standing at the front of the house, dressed in his new suit with a fresh haircut he felt...like a peasant.

The house (or palace, maybe), which description was too ridiculous to even begin to enunciate, shouted luxury, money, and opulence. Three stories high, painted in soft white, with darkened roof, large windows, and a balcony on the second floor. It had three different sections, a garden as extensive as the eye could see, with trees and large patches of grass. Right in the front, a fountain acted as a small roundabout.

The Malik house was not the only one in this gated community. In that secretive stretch of road, there were other houses, every single one bigger than the next. The driver wondered who these families were.

Were these the type of folk that ruled the world? Had he somehow gotten into this weird crack in society and could peek behind the veil?

"Good morning," Harry turned to find a woman with caramel skin and long dark hair staring black. She wore an all-black, matching pants suit and stood as if she was in charge. "You must be the new driver."

"Yes," Harry responded. "Harry. Styles."

"Mr Styles," The woman greeted, showing her hand. "I'm Safira."

Harry grabbed her hand and shook it firmly. "Pleasure,"

"Do accompany me, please."

Leaving the car behind, Harry walked behind the woman, going around the house. The more he walked, the taller and more imponent the house seemed. Safira found a dark green door and pushed it open, holding it open for Harry.

"Aside from the family, all staff movements inside and outside of the house are done through here," The woman added. She kept going, leading Harry down a short hallway. Then she turned left into another corridor with doors on either side. Safira pushed open the first door on the right and showed Harry a small room. "We have small rooms in this area for emergencies. For instance, if you must take someone very early or come back late in the night, you can sleep here,"

Safira entered the room, standing in the middle of it. It wasn't very spacious - it was rather cosy in fact, with a single bed, a lamp, and a cupboard for items. There was another door in the back, which Safira pushed open showing a small bathroom.

"The room has everything: towels, sheets, shampoo, soap - whatever you need. Feel free to bring any other item of importance to you. This doesn't mean you're an in-house driver, it's just something we have in case you don't want to commute home after a long day."

"That's very thoughtful."

"The room is yours, but of course, no visitations or pets. Also, if you do decide to stay over, do let me know so I can coordinate meals with the Chef."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Safira walked out of the bedroom and Harry followed. A few more steps down the hall, then another windowless hallway. From afar, Harry could smell the faint scent of coffee and soft chatter - he hadn't had breakfast yet. He had been too nervous.

"You will be driving Mrs Malik, correct?"

"Yes,"

"Well, her days are usually light. Mrs Malik's main cause is the Foundation and that is where she spends most of her hours."