I'll Throw Away My Faith (Just To Keep You Safe)

Chapter 4

Thank you so much for the feedback on the last chapter :) I'm glad people are enjoying the story

Also, I am soooo sorry for delaying the update day, but my boyfriend and I celebrated one year and four months yesterday so I was pretty busy this weekend. Also, I had a lot of school work and I just got a new job, so my schedule is pretty hectic at the moment.

Happy reading and don't forget to comment throughout the chapter so I know what you liked/didn't like !

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Dubai (UAE)

Burj Al Arab

16 04 2016

2050 hours

Harry sits down on a lounge chair by the outside pool of the Burj Al Arab hotel with a Rum and Coke in one hand, and his iPad in the other.

He's been staying at the hotel for almost a week now, and he's quite pleased with what it has to offer. So far he's slept with three men he met at the hotel nightclub (which means he's finally out of his two-week drought-if he thought of fucking a certain blue eyed someone during all those times, well, no one needs to know), won nearly a hundred grand in poker in the casino on the third floor, and has been on a yacht party with Arabic billionaires.

Neither Liam nor Niall have tried to contact him for the past six days, which probably means that there's no new lead in the case.

As he stares down at his iPad, trying (but not succeeding) to read the latest news on BBC, he thinks about going down to that night club later and pulling someone.

He stays by the pool one more hour until it's 10pm, when he finally gets up to leave and go up to his room.

After he takes a long shower, he dresses up in tight black skinny jeans, a white button up, and a pair of white sneakers he rarely even uses anymore.

There are already a few people at the nightclub taking up the dancefloor, and some sitting by the bar or at the tables.

Harry goes straight up to the bar, and sees that bartender who he fucked on the first night of being here. It's the first time he's seen him after that night, but he's glad to, because he knows he has at least one person he can take up to his room for sure. Judging by the look the bartender (Sam? Jake?) gives him, it's a done deal.

"Hello." Harry says and sits down right across from him with a smirk. "I'd like a-"

"Rum and Coke? The usual?" the guy asks in perfect English. He's from the USA but studying in Dubai for God knows what reason.

"How would you know my usual? You've only served me on my first day."

"That's all you've been drinking."

Harry smirks and leans over. "So you've been stalking me?"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself. I just noticed, that's all."

"Well then."

Sam (thank God for his name tag) prepares his drink and then slides it over to him. Harry nods as a thank you and then turns around to scan the room. There's a guy looking over to him every once in a while, with broad shoulders and bulky biceps. Harry likes him already.

He's about to turn around to talk to Sam when a voice interrupts him.

"Out of all the places in the world, this is where you chose to come for your holiday?"

Harry turns his head to look at Louis. "Lovely seeing you here. But as far as I know, this is your first night here, and I've already been here a week. So I don't know who copied who."