Adore you Golden

Chapter One (Z.M)

Zayn wiped down the sleek marble countertop of the luxurious mansion, his eyes scanning the beautiufl surroundings with a mixture of awe and discomfort. He had landed a temporary gig as a server for a high-profile event hosted by one of London's elite families, and he couldn't help but feel out of place amidst the grandeur and extravagance.

Now, as Zayn moved through the lavish ballroom, weaving between clusters of impeccably dressed guests, his gaze fell upon Harry once again. He stood alone in a secluded corner, a beacon of warmth and familiarity amidst the sea of strangers.

He made his way back to the bustling kitchen to replenish the drinks, he couldn't help but notice the flurry of activity around him. Champagne bottles were being uncorked, bubbles fizzing in anticipation of being poured into delicate crystal glasses. Hors d'oeuvres were meticulously arranged on golden platters and trays, ready to be whisked away to the waiting guests.

"Looks like it's picking up out there," one of Zayn's coworkers remarked, glancing towards the ballroom.

"Yeah, seems like everyone's getting into the swing of things," another added, deftly arranging garnishes on a tray of canapés.

Zayn nodded in agreement, his mind still lingering on his encounter with Harry. "Have you seen that guy, Harry?" he asked, unable to hide the curiosity in his voice.

His coworkers exchanged knowing glances. "Oh, you mean Harry Styles?" one of them replied with a smirk. "Hard to miss him. He's practically royalty around here."

Zayn's brow furrowed in confusion. "Royalty?"

"Yeah, his family's loaded," another coworker chimed in. "They own half of Mayfair, or so they say."

Zayn moved through the kitchen, preparing drinks and plating hors d'oeuvres, he couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the world of wealth and privilege that surrounded him. Coming from a working-class family, he had grown accustomed to making an honest living and had no desire to get entangled in the affairs of the elite.

To Zayn, money and prestige held little importance. He valued hard work, integrity, and the simple pleasures of life—things that couldn't be bought with wealth or status. As he poured champagne into glasses and arranged canapés on golden platters, he focused on his job, determined to do it well regardless of the outlandish surroundings.

The evening wore on and the guests continued to mingle and socialize, Zayn kept to himself, content to observe from the sidelines. He had no interest in rubbing elbows with the wealthy and powerful, preferring the company of his fellow coworkers and the camaraderie they shared.

And as he made his way back to the ballroom, tray in hand, Zayn reminded himself that he was here to work, not to become entangled in the world of high society. He had a job to do, and he would do it with the same professionalism and dedication that he brought to everything he did, regardless of the glittering distractions that surrounded him.

But as he filled the champagne glasses and loaded them onto a tray, Zayn pushed aside his doubts. Tonight, he was just a server, here to do his job and make sure the guests had a good time. And as he made his way back to the ballroom, he resolved to focus on the task at hand, leaving thoughts of Harry and his privileged world behind, at least for the time being.

Zayn moved gracefully through the lavish ballroom, serving more drinks and fancy hors d'oeuvres, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing around discreetly, his eyes met those of a young man in a sleek suit, his gaze fixed on Zayn with a curious intensity. A flicker of recognition sparked in Zayn's mind, wondering if this was the same person his coworkers had mentioned back in the kitchen. The young man's piercing stare seemed to bore into Zayn, leaving him with an inexplicable sense of familiarity tinged with intrigue. But before Zayn could dwell on the thought further, he was pulled back into the whirlwind of his duties, leaving the mystery of the stranger's gaze lingering in the back of his mind.