Baby, look what you've done to me || L.S AU

VII.

If you didn't caught on by now Zourry is my everything and it will always be although Zayn took a different path my trio will rise again someday so piss off to the people saying that ships with Zayn is dead!

It's been roughly over a month since Harry's captivity and his life couldn't be anymore back to normal. He occasionally thinks of Louis and how much it hurt to leave that day but as soon as he does he numbs the pain by downing a bottle of whiskey, it makes the pain go away but only temporarily. He vaguely remembers that night he just knew how upset he was that Louis actually thought what he felt was all a lie, he remembered Louis' last look at him, the slap and he remembered the drop off. Ronnie had managed to dump him at some side road, calling anonymously at the police to report it in.

Harry remembered being the headline news next morning, his father's face when he saw him at the hospital. He refused to make a statement for the police and he refused to turn Louis in. The first couple of days he'd curl up in bed shaking just hoping he'd find some way to get back to Louis, he spoke to no one and everyone knew better than to try to provoke him so he was left alone. Harry did try to go back to the place, he remembers some landmarks as Ronnie didn't blind fold him on the way back but he came out short handed. He couldn't believe this was how it had to end with Louis but he knew he had to move on.

Louis made it very clear where he stood and how he felt towards him so it was no use crying over spilled milk. Presently he consumes his life with more parties and alcohol, he is more involved with his father's work, remarkable it was his first priority after the incident that his father had suggested the week after. He was definitely surprised but bit into that opportunity without objecting.

He's had to deal with shitty employees and horny secretaries who wants to fuck him the minute he goes to the copying room, he didn't have a problem he's always so used to having girls throw themselves at him but in some way he felt that it would somehow betray Louis and as much as he tried to forget his beautiful face he sees things and is immediately reminded of the blue eyed beauty.

He's finally met this so called prick of an assistant his father has, the great Zayn Malik. He is much more intimidated by him the second he actually sees what he looks like. His dark raven hair high in a quiff, his impeccable suits that always seem to match the colour of his hazel eyes, his jawline can cut paper because of how sharp it was. Harry knew beauty but this guy beat the shit out of his definition, he looked like one of those men you see in magazines, the photoshopped kind not the real ones, yet he was real.

He wasn't as close as beautiful as Louis but he was. Harry cursed himself for hating Zayn a little less now that the boy was this nice to him, he treats all his employees so nicely and is always so attentive to his work, everything he says is polite and vague only adding mystery to him. Harry wishes he wasn't so nice so he could hate him without feeling guilty. To only make matters worse, Zayn had invited him to some high class banquet they had that he didn't even know about especially because it was his father that was hosting it. Zayn had quickly leant of Harry's behaviour towards the business and he was more than happy to help him, being that he was accustomed to these sort of things and as it will have to be a regular thing for Harry if he does choose to pursue more into the field.

The night of the banquet had arrived and Harry is dressed in a fine navy blue Burberry suit, smooth velvet jacket and a silk blue tie complete with his signature Saint Laurent black boots. He doesn't remember the last time he got this dolled up maybe not since his senior prom he thinks but he definitely thinks this suit will impress, it did cost a lot of money and he figured well Zayn Malik cannot be the only head turner in the room, he had his perks too. The drive wasn't very long and although he did hope to arrive with his father, Steven had already left from the office straight to there. When he arrives he began to question himself why exactly he was here, all the people are atleast over fifty and he briefly thought about what the fuck he would actually do if most of the people here are old as fuck?