Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Nineteen

"Sorry.." the words escape my mouth in almost a whisper. I take two steps back from Zayn, holding a tighter grip on my purse.

"Serena was it?" Zayn asks with a smirk, fixing his leather jacket. "Fancy seeing you here."

I nod my head without a saying a word. Harry's voice keeps popping in my head, stay away from Zayn.I push Harry to the back of my mind. Harry is not who I should be thinking about, nor should I take his advice. But by the way Zayn looks at me with such wonder and depravity, his calm yet controlling voice, how Harry's face drained blood the moment he laid eyes on him, I know he's dangerous.

"What are you doing walking around New York by yourself this late at night?" Zayn places a cigarette between his lips, lighting it at ease.

"Just thought it was a nice night to walk," the words fumble out of my mouth. Zayn softly chuckles, clearly my anxiety is radiating like a beacon.

"Walk with me," Zayn half asks, half demands. He steps beside me and places his arm around my shoulders, guiding me with him. I tense up, unsure of what to do or what to say. Instead I just oblige. What's the worst that can happen? I have nothing better to do. If my mind stays focused on what Zayns next move will be, then I will have no time to think about what Harry is doing with that girl.

"Where are we going?" I squeak. Zayns hold on me is surprisingly soft.

"Would you like to grab a drink? We're both working in the same industry. I'd like to get to know the next up and coming model," Zayn smiles, an actual smile.

I smile too at his choice of words and agree. A drink may be the best thing for me right now. I need to unwind and forget about what happened earlier, how stupid and naive I was.

"Where to?" I keep my pace up with his. Zayns arm is still around me and I doubt he's going to move it anytime soon.

"Lavo," Zayn retaliates, taking a drag from his smoke.

"Lavo?" My mind races, I've heard that name before. I just can't put my finger on where or when.

"It's a club," Zayn kicks a rock as we walk. "A really good one. It's actually pretty chill. Of course there are nights where it gets hectic. But that happens everywhere."

"It doesn't sound too bad," I shrug. I can't help but notice the constant stares from people as me and Zayn walk. I assume it's because the majority of Zayn is tattoos, the bruises on his face and bloody hands, mixed with the fact he's smoking so casually is the complete opposite from me.

Zayn leans into me, "you look like someone I'd like to get to know." The way he whispers makes my pulse race.

He's bad news, Harry's voice in the back of my head reminds me.

Zayn throws his cigarette on the side walk before waving over a taxi. I follow him to the back seat and feel nothing but relief as I sit down. I'm not sure why but driving in a taxi with Zayn seems much safer than walking at night with him.

"Lavo," is all Zayn says before the driver nods his head and drives off.

I focus on the quiet radio music. What am I doing? I woke up with Harry in my bed, I go to his place and he's with another girl, and now I'm willingly getting drinks with Zayn. I can't even be mad that Harry was with another girl. It's not like we're actually dating and Angela even said it herself, just as long as it's behind closed doors. But the way Harry attempted to hide it, I know he didn't want me to know there was someone else behind him.

Zayns hand snakes around my thigh. Naturally I move away from his touch and he snickers wickedly. I roll my eyes and check my phone, it's already 11.