Mr Horan.
Harry and I entered the bar hand in hand, myself wearing a white shirt and jeans.
I couldn't help but notice from the door, Harvey from Zayn's floor and hang on, is that Zayn I see?
As we approached, Harry pulled me closer, his hand snaking round my waist possesively.
Calm down Harold, you don't know what I've done to that older man.
Zayn's cheeks were pink, his eyes on his lap as his lips turned into an adorable smile
Harry's at down at a table just behind them, myself facing Zayn as Harry sat down beside me, kissing my temple
Zayn looked up through his dark lashes, his eyes innocent... Something I'd never seen in him before
He noticed me, slowly blinking with his eyes a little wide
Harry noticed, kissing from under my ear to under my jaw
"Harry, stop" I whispered, pushing his lips from my face
"Come on, baby" Harry chuckled, turning my face and capturing me in a kiss "live a little"
"We are in public" I reminded him, breaking the kiss with a smile
"And?" He asked, his hand taking mine under the table "it's making you smile"
"No affection, in public" I said "we established this, I'm supposed to be rich and formal"
"Whatever" Harry chuckled
But I wasn't listening, my eyes were on Zayn who was with Harvey... I am so glad he works for me now and on a different floor.
Zayn was sitting nodding at whatever Harvey was saying, his gaze intense and directed at me... Good.
Harry was babbling on about some case he'd had in court. I didn't really care, his job is pretty boring and even he agrees that most of the time it is
"I'm sorry if I'm boring you" Harry snapped me from my thoughts
"No, you're not boring me" I smiled quickly "honest"
"What did I just say?" He tested
"You said you had a case in court today" I repeated the small parts of what I'd heard "it was a murder case with a young girl that killed her father"
"So you were listening"
"Of course" I smiled
'Not' my subconscious added snarkily
"Would you like a drink?" Harry asked
"Just get me a cocktail" I nodded
He stood up, pecking my lips before walking to the bar, glancing sideways at Zayn... I know he hates Zayn, and I know Zayn hates him.
Harry wandered back to me quickly whispering in my ear
"I need to use the restroom, go wait for your drink okay?"
I nodded and stood up, standing behind Harvey at the counter
"Excuse me" I heard Harvey say
I looked to Zayn who nodded
Harvey stood, looking surprised to see me
"Good evening Mr Horan" he said warmly
"Good evening Harvey" I smiled in response
As he left, Zayn looked away from me and behind him
"About this afternoon" I spoke "I didn't mean to make you feel-"
