A.M. ↠ zarry AU

harry

In English the meaning of the name Harry is: home ruler or house protector. Also can be an 'army commander.'

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"Can I get a water?" Harry leaned over the bar and shouted at the waitress.

After quickly downing the cold beverage, with some trickling down his chin, neck and chest, he  desperately tried to spot Zayn. Finally finding him sitting alone at a table, sipping on his whiskey and scrolling through his phone, he straightened his shirt and made sure that his hair was in perfect place.

"Harry," Liam warned again.

"What Liam?!" Harry snapped.

"Just be careful, okay?"

"Careful of what? You act like I'm going to get kidnapped or something."

"I'm just saying that you don't know anything about this guy and you're about to go and hit on him? He could be a homophobe and -"

"I'm not actually gay Liam, but fuck it I'll be whatever it is that that guy wants me to be if it means me getting some of his money."

Liam shook his head at the floor. Harry had become like his kid brother and he worried about him. He loved Harry's 'go - getter' attitude but he feared that he was too impulsive for his own good and that one day it will get him in a lot of trouble. "And if he's not gay or bi or whatever?" He asked nodding towards Zayn.

"Well then I come back to you and we carry on having a great night." Harry said flashing his perfectly straight teeth at his older friend. "Okay, so I'm gonna go test the waters now." He said with a slight shimmy in an attempt to shake the alcohol from his system.

He walked away from the bar and up the two steps carefully to where the seating area was to meet Zayn. "Hi, mind if I sit down?" He asked with a genuine smile and tucked loose strands of hair behind his ears.

Zayn looked up from his phone and put down his drink on the small circle table that was in between the seats. He looked over to his friend, Jeremy, who was still busy talking to the Asian girl he pined after.

"Not at all. It looks like my friend's all tied up for the night anyway."

Harry followed Zayn's line of vision, or at least tried to, "Is he the one flirting with Daya? - The one in the blue shirt?"

"Yea, that's him... you know her?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah! I work with her," Harry blurted out and waited to see if Zayn knew of any of them or their line of work.

"Oh," He raised his eyebrows, "Uhm, so what do you do?" Zayn asked and turned his body to the side so that he could face Harry and rest his elbows on the table. It seemed as if he asked the question with no hidden agenda so Harry, for the life of him, couldn't tell if Zayn was in the slightest bit interested in him. Plus he was also still scrolling on his phone making minimum eye contact.

Is he that disinterested in me?

"I'm an estcort." Harry said, unashamed and cutting to the chase.

"Must be an interesting life."

Harry laughed and nodded, "You have no idea." Which caused Zayn to smirk. "So uhm, what do you do?" He quickly asked, wanting to avoid any awkward silences.

"I'm a CEO at Lexxon Corporations."

Harry bit and slowly pulled at the corner of his lip as soon as he heard 'CEO'. If this was a cartoon you better believe that Harry would have huge green dollar signs where his eyes are. Zayn was a CEO for the leading technological company that was known worldwide. Everyone used their products. Cellphones, laptops, tablets, watches - you name it.

"Wow," Harry said and leaned more onto the table. "For someone so young you're pretty successful."

"I worked hard and went after what I wanted." Zayn said with a relaxed shrug.

"Yeah," Harry's eyes darted to Zayn's lips to drop a subtle hint that he was interested. "That's quite a turn on for many."

Zayn picked up and, brought his glass to his lips and took a sip without breaking eye contact with Harry. "Are you flirting with me?"

Panic surged through Harry's veins and he fought the urge to look alarmed. "That depends," he lifted his head slightly.

"On?" Zayn asked, not hesitating at all.

"You. If you're interested. If it's working." He answered with a nervous yet adorable laugh.

Finally, a smile graced Zayn's lips. He leaned forward and set his empty glass down again. "I am."

$ JACKPOT $

"But not now. Not tonight." Zayn said standing up and grabbing his jacket.

Harry's smile fell and he quickly stood up, wobbling a bit. "Wait, why not? What's -"

"You're too drunk and I haven't any time left. Meet me here tomorrow at one."

"In the morning?" Harry asked incredulously.

"It's the only time that I'll be available to you." Zayn said raising a brow to see if Harry would agree or not.

"Okay." Harry nodded, feeling his palms get sweaty.

And with that Zayn left without so much as a glance back at Harry, who fell back into his chair. As soon as he had paid for his drink, said goodbye to Jeremy and left, Liam was immediately at Harry's side.

"What happened?" He asked, handing Harry another bottle of water.

A huge grin broke out on the British boys' face. "I just bagged my first client."