Knight in A Dark Red Suit || Ziam [EDITING IN PROGRESS]

Bar Fight

Knight in A Dark Red Suit || Ziam

Chapter 1| Bar Fight

Zayn checked the clock so fairly often, to the point that the bartender has given him some water.  It's already been over 30 minutes, however, and Josh was somehow taking his sweet ass time to reach the bar itself. Zayn knew he went to the bathroom, but he could have quickly snuck back onto the dance floor for all he knew.

Finally, taking action, he stood up. If Josh wants to get drunk and have fun, then so be it. Zayn's not going to wait any longer. He grabbed his jacket, slipped it on. He dropped a ten-dollar bill on the bar before deciding to clock out on the supposedly fun night he was supposed to have with his boyfriend.

He turned around before heading towards the door. It isn't until someone is catching him by his wrist and turning him to look at the stranger. For a moment, he thought it was Josh, but he was lost for words when he realized it was someone entirely different. He was about to mistake him for Josh and swallowed his name.

The man has such curly hair, it was like a ball of mess, but it somehow looked good. His eyes were quite striking, almost like emerald color eyes. If it weren't for his eyes, he would have thought that he was virtually deciding to lead him in the direction he was going to.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but notice that you've been at the bar this entire time. Is everything all right?"

"Yes, thank you for asking, but I must be on my way."

"Where was that fellow you were with earlier? I noticed him go to the bathroom."

"That was Josh. It doesn't matter now anyway."

"Don't be like that. Come, let me treat you to a drink."

"No, it's quite all right."

"Please, I insist."

It's his smile that wins him over. In some aspects, it is hard to say no to someone who you just met, let alone someone who has the most beautiful smile, especially with dimples. They walk back over and sit down. The man waved his hand and got the bartender's attention, getting two Basilico's.

The man turned to Zayn, finally. "My name's Harry."

"I'm Zayn."

"Well, Zayn, from what I can tell if I were Josh, I wouldn't have left you all alone. Let's wait until he comes back. If he doesn't, you can go. I don't want to hold you against your will."

Not a moment too soon, their drinks are in front of them. Harry takes his drink and clings his drink against Zayn's glass. He watches him intently as he takes a drink. Pulling it back, he is slightly coughing only for Harry to smirk silently.

"I should have told you there are two liquors in there with vodka."

Zayn couldn't help but laugh. "It's strong, but it's quite delicious."

A moment goes by before he asks, "You don't come to a lot of these places do you?"

He grins. "That obvious, huh?"

"No, not necessarily. You seem more laid back, you don't tend to do this a lot."

"Well, you're not wrong."