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

Chapter 17

The Sage was known for its awesome Game Nights. From Pokémon tournaments to Dungeons and Dragons sessions or Magic challenges, the second Saturday of every month was reserved for the nerds and the people who enjoyed games.

The pub hosted three rooms: one dedicated to Dungeons and Dragons only, with one big table hosting one massive game that could go on for hours and people who loved to watch.

A second room for small tournaments of Pokémon, Magic, and other card games.

While the big room was for the big Quiz Extravaganza.

People could navigate between the rooms, finding quiet spaces where they could sit or stand to enjoy their drinks. The parking lot was full. As was the pub. Since the pandemic, the pub had no problem having full nights - everyone wanted to be out and about.

Camille tossed her head back letting out a melodic cackle. She was having an amazing time. In her short pink dress, with the ruffles at the bottom and spaghetti straps, under her jean jacket and boots, she felt pretty. Desirable. Like a country girl in those Hallmark movies, wanting to be sexy for the one she wanted, but not trying.

With Harry close to her, she could smell his perfume and his warmth. He was breathtakingly beautiful - what a smile, dimples, and those eyes. She was melting. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she tried to keep her knees together so it wouldn't be obvious she was wanting for him. The young maid desired nothing more than Harry coming up to her, taking her lips in a kiss and having her on that table.

Goodness, Gracious!

She wasn't even the type of woman to have these types of thoughts, but Harry brought it out of her. She couldn't quite understand if Harry was equally into her or not, but she felt something. It was his smile, how he leaned over to her with her arm draped over her chair and how he laughed with her. He was breathtaking!

Camille hadn't felt this way about someone in a while and having three pints in her system, with the fourth one in front of her, made her emotions run wild.

She knew she shouldn't drink. The doctors told her to keep her drinking to a minimum, but she was in a good mood. A beautiful man sitting at her side, with good drinks, and a good game...

Camille was unstoppable.

It was worth the fit that could come.

She laughed with her whole body, feeling Harry laugh at her side as well.

"Oh my God, you're killing me." She responded. To be honest, Harry's comment wasn't even that funny and the drinks made her forget it immediately, but he was so charming that the only natural response was to laugh. Like properly laugh. So, he'd feel good about it, you know? All men needed to know they were funny - it was an ego thing. "Okay. Okay. We should focus-"

"I honestly thought I had the right answer here."

"We've fallen behind," Camille responded, counting the points. 25 questions. 10 points each. They were below 60 points, still unmoved from the lower half of the table. "Look at that."

"I am sorry," Harry responded with a hand on his chest. "My judgement is impaired by the alcohol. Zayn didn't help either."

Camille looked to the side remembering that her boss was sitting on the other side of her. Zayn had been quiet most of the night, not participating in the game and just...watching.

It didn't make her uncomfortable, it was just weird - he was her boss and there he was sitting next to her, nursing his vodka tonic, not saying much.

"Mr Malik, is everything okay?"

Zayn's eyes fell on her, they quickly darted to Harry over her shoulder. He did that a lot. Look at her but linger on him. Camille felt Harry move his arm closer to hers and she leaned a little into him. That movement made Zayn crease his forehead for a moment and then soften.