Zayn.
"Here we are" Harvey stopped his car
"Thank you" I nodded, hopping out
He got out too, both of us shutting our doors before we went inside, his car bleeping to say Harvey had locked it
"This is a nice pub" I admired the wood work
The wood was the same for everything, the walls and floor glossy, the shelves looking as though they were attached naturally into the wood but unvarnished
"It's Irish"
"Really?" I asked, taking notice of the ginger male playing the guitar
"Mr Horan owns the place" Harvey said "like most areas around here in London"
"So, he's not just a CEO?"
"He's a business owner, Zayn" Harvey sat at a table with a rose red table cloth "he's a billionaire"
"Really?" I asked shocked
"Yes" he nodded "but only because he has a billion dollars in his bank account"
Harvey then laughed and I did the same, just to make him feel comfortable
"You know, you are the first man on my floor that I have found myself completely and utterly succumbed to"
"Really?"
"It's your charm" he nodded "and your adorable clumsiness"
I blushed lightly, my eyes suddenly widening as I saw Mr Horan and Harry enter the bar
After that, I lost focus, barely concentrating on Harvey at all, my gaze at Mr Horan who kept on glancing at me.
I made sure to smile, laugh and frown at all the right places as Harvey told me stories I didn't catch much of
I had a few things on my mind
1. Why is a billionaire at a pub?
2. Why is that billionaire at his own pub?
3. Why is he here with his rich ass boyfriend, Harry Styles?
4. Why tonight of all nights?
