insane | zayn malik

Insane | Bossman

Insane | Bossman

The SH was completely empty at this time of night. It was just me, all alone in this house. A cigar was between my lips as I inhaled the smoke and puffed it out, watching the smoke go up until it disappeared. I didn't know where the rest of the guys are or even my boss but all I know is that I have the whole mansion to myself until they come back I suppose. Honestly, I was lonely. It was just me and my thoughts. And my mind kept on replaying last night's events with that man.

He was mad beautiful, and that was a big deal because I have never thought of a man in that way. Yeah, I seen some handsome and attractive guys but Z was something different. Almost like god himself took his precious time to make him oh-so intriguing when it came to his looks. His accent, those eyes, and that ravishing hair that I wouldn't mind running my hands through. If my boss would've told me that I would be meeting up with him then he should've given me a heads up like "Oh by the way, he's mad gorgeous."

"What are you doing all by yourself Mori?" Asked a concerned accented voice along with shoes clicking against the marble floor of the living room. I looked up to see my boss, the one and only Harry Styles, looking down at me with a small frown.

"I didn't know where everybody was at," I say fixing my posture and burning the slight fire from my cigar.

"They went out partying, didn't they not tell you?" He spoke sitting down next me on the couch, that concerned look still on his face.

I sunk into the couch, shaking my head and looking away with embarrassment, "Um..no."

I then hear him sigh, "Listen, don't worry about them, okay? Because you're my favorite person here."

My head turned to look at him, he has never said that to me before, "Really?"

"Yeah," he smiles. "You're like a little sister to me, and you know I love you right?"

"Aw," I start to fan my eyes, hoping that tears won't fall down my fucking face. "I love you too man."

"Come on, bring it in," he says motioning me over.

With a smile I hugged him tightly, exhaling with relief, "When did you start becoming soft on me?"

"Hey," he chuckled pulling away, soon giving me a playful warning look. "Tell the other guys about this and I'll slit your throat open while you're asleep."

"Fucking shit, I got it boss," I say putting my hands in the air laughing. "I won't speak a word about this beautiful moment we just shared."

The short brown haired man shook his head, soon pulling out a cigar and lightening one himself, "So..how did last night go?"

"Easy as pie," I chirp.

"You sure?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Well," I dragged out turning to face him. "I ran into this one guy named Roman who was kinda giving me a hard time to find Z. So I had to threaten him so he could cut me off some slack."

"If you had to threaten him then he must have seriously pissed you off," he chuckles, exhaling the smoke.

"Yeah, but then Z came out of no one where like a fucking ghost," I say, recalling what happened. "I could have taken him down, you know?"

"Yeah," Harry laughs as he rubs the back of neck. "He tends to do that a lot."

"Anyways, he took me to his office and I gave him the flash-drive. He watched it and that was it," I tell him, ending it with a shrug.

"That was it?" He then asked, accented drawn out with a certain look that he wanted all the information.

"He said he felt 'relieved' after watching it," I then tell him.

Harry nodded his head, taking in all the information, "Well..he didn't try to hit on you a little bit?"

"Really?" I deadpan.

"What? It was just a question," he shrugs, chuckling a little bit.

"A stupid one," I mumble taking his cigar and inhaling the smoke.

"Hey now," he actually warned, the atmosphere getting a bit tense.

"Sorry boss," I apologize giving him his cigar back quickly.

"Anyway," he spoke, relaxing. "I was just asking because he's quite a charming man."

"More like a dick," I mutter.

"I heard that," he reminded.

"You were suppose to," I smile back sarcastically.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair sighing, "God, what am I gonna do with you Mori?"

"Take me out for some food tomorrow because that delivery gig was a hassle," I say with an overly dramatic breath.

"You said it was easy as pie?" He spoke squinting his eyes at me.

"Speaking of pie, I think I'm gonna make some," I chirp happily as I got up from the couch, walking away from him and the conversation in all. "You know, since I'm hungry and shit."

"This conversation isn't over!" Harry then shouted.

"Whatever you say bossman!" I tell back with a laugh.

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tbh , i love writing about platonic relationships ☺️ . makes me feel all fuzzy & shit .

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