Insane | Evening PT 2

I had to "get dolled up" in Harry's words after I left his office. My mind couldn't believe that Harry was inviting that man to tag along with us. Like, is it a hassle to get some damn food in this world? I wouldn't have mind if it was just Harry and I, but with him it's gonna he quite awkward. Not saying that I'm too good for Z or anything but hell, I don't even know this man. And even then, he was lowkey trying to get at me the first time I met him.

Everything was set though, and I was going to be heading downstairs soon. I had on my "classy bitch" wig on my head—and trust me ladies, my frontals are bomb ask fuck—along with my makeup who would I hope kill that man because I was looking drop dead gorgeous. A fitted and very expensive Gucci two-piece was on my body, falling all the way down to the floor. It was a two piece that was a top part halter and bottom part skirt. The color was all black of course, because honey I look good in black.

"Please let this go right," I pray lowly to myself as I grabbed my purse, leaving my room so I could head downstairs.

Harry was already suited up and ready to go, talking on the phone with whoever might be on the other line. The sound of my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor caught his attention which made him hurry up the conversation so he could hang up.

"Hey, you look nice darling," Harry smiled, kissing my head softly. "You ready to go?"

"I guess," I breath out as we walk out the house, heading towards the car.

The car ride consisted of laughing and singing to the radio. It was times like this where I felt normal. Just almost, it felt like how I was years ago. Before I lost everything and everyone I knew. Even before when Harry took me in. Way before I started doing things I have never imagine doing. I felt like I can laugh and have fun at certain times, but I had to realize that my life wasn't like that anymore. Days like those are long gone. There was danger at every corner. Nobody's life was promised in this cruel world.

"Why are we on this side of the city?" I ask Harry curiously, seeing that this place looked kinda awfully familiar.

"Z owns this place, says he wouldn't charge," Harry explained to me, before he got out the car. And as a great gentleman he was he opened the car door for me. "Don't worry, it's pretty fancy if you ask me. Only certain people are allowed in here."

"Like who?" I ask as we walk up the stairs towards the entrance doors that were all black.

"Like us," Harry told me as he smiled at the doorman, and we finally entered the restaurant.

"Mmhh," I hum, looking around my surroundings. Noticing that everything in here was a black theme building, and with some slight trims of either white or a dark red color. The lights were dim and the people chatted softly in here almost like we were in the library.

"Don't do that to me," he says calling me out on my uncertainty. "I'm just telling you what he told me."

"And what if he lied?" I question looking at him.

Harry chuckled, leaning down to whisper, "I know when somebody is lying to me darling. And plus, I already know who's on and not on the list."

"Okay Mr. detective Styles, I got it. Geez thanks," I sigh rolling my eyes playfully at him.

We finally found the receptionist at the front. Harry told him our names. The man skimmed his pen over his clipboard before smiling at us, unclicking the red rope before letting us in.

With arms linked with each other, Harry and I walked up some stairs to the second floor. There was some men that was by this VIP-looking area that was blocked off by some thick red rope. Harry gave them all some glances and just like that we were let through.

"My good friend," Harry extended his arms out and gave the man a good bear hug, before pulling away. "How you been? Seems like we haven't seen each other in ages."

"I know but we're here now," Z chuckled before fixing his suit, and holy shit he looked so good.

"Z, this is Mori," Harry introduced me which caught my attention from staring at him too hard. "I'm sure you two met the other night, correct?"

"Indeed we did," Z looked at me and extended his hand out, which I gave to him. Expecting a handshake but instead he kissed the back of my hand which made me feel all tingly in the inside. "It's nice you see you again love."

"Same to you," I say simply before trying to pull out my chair but this happened.

"No here, let me get that for you," Z had almost rushed to my side just to help me in my chair. And I couldn't help but to get so damn flustered at the way his fingers brushed against my shoulders.

I had to play it cool and smile afterwards, "Thanks, whata' gentleman."

Z smiled before he pulled out his own chair, sitting in it a little closer by me than it originally was. But hey, I didn't see a problem with it.

"Z," I spoke out, putting my attention on the raven haired man next to me. "What does it stand for?"

"My name," he told me.

"Which is?" I ask urging him on slightly.

He tugged on his collar a little bit, "It's Zayn."

I nodded my head, licking my lips slightly because god..that was a very attractive name.

"Was that so hard to tell her mate?" Harry says in laughter.

Zayn glanced at his friend a look, "You know how I am with my name."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."

"So, are you ready to order something?" Zayn then asked us, changing the subject.

"In a moment, I have to use the bathroom," Harry stood up from his chair. "I'll be back."

"Okay, don't take too long!" I say in a sweet voice, but actually that was code for 'hurry the fuck up and come back'.

"I won't. You have Z to keep you some company," Harry then smiled, his voice sounding like he was trying to purposely tease me. And I know what this bastard is doing.

After Harry left our section it was just us two alone. I didn't want it to be awkward so I had to at least say something to clear the air.

"I like your rings," I say to him, noticing how long his fingers were.

"Thank you," he smiled at me slightly. "And you look very nice by the way."

"Aw, you're giving me butterflies," I gush flipping my hair over my shoulder. "But thank you."

He chuckled lightly, biting his bottom lip before he proceeding to talk, "So how long have you known Harry?"

"For a couple of years," I tell him. "And you?"

"Since we were kids," Zayn informed me. "We actually—,"

He was cut off short due to the sound of a gunshot sound. A rush of panic ran through my body and I quickly got my gun, and then another one went off afterwards. The sound of screams were all coming down downstairs because it would have been louder if it was on the second floor, which it wasn't.

"It's coming from downstairs," Zayn got up from his chair and pulled his gun from his waistband. He then looked at me. "You need to stay here."

"No," I interject taking off my heels and running out our section so I could see what was going on. Almost flying down the steps I hear more gunshots and more screaming coming from people who was panicking.

Another gunshot went off, and I already knew that it was coming from the men's restroom. And that's where I started to get a real bad feeling.

With my gun I ran towards the bathroom and was knocked down by a man who had fell to the floor with me. We made eye contact for a few seconds until he got up and ran out the restaurant, fleeing with the other people who was running out.

I then rushed into the men's bathroom where there was broken glass, splattered blood, and a familiar man in the corner holding his side. And that's when I realize that Harry has been shot.

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