Harry:

The moment I opened my eyes and saw a foreign ceiling, I knew I wasn't home. The bed felt way more comfortable anyway.

I turned around, in this probably king-sized bed, and imagine my surprise when my eyes met Zayn's.

He was looking at me, with a smile on his face, supporting his body by his elbow, shirtless.

I let out a gasp, not remembering anything after I was dancing on the strip club.

But it's obvious he's the one who got me here safe.

Oh.

"Good morning, sleepy head." He uttered with a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. That was some sexy voice he pulled on me now.

Me : triggered.

"Morning," I mumbled, noticing I'm shirtless as well, and I felt my face getting hot for some reason.

I'm really used to being naked but this.. it felt too intimate for me.

"Were you watching me sleep?" I asked and backed off a bit, why is he moving forward towards me?

"Yeah," he came closer even more, and lent towards me; if I backed off any more, I would fell off the bed.

He finally smiled another smile in front of my face, and pressed a wet kiss on my cheek.

"I'll prepare breakfast for you, go take a shower, we'll leave soon." He said that, petting my hand gently before walking towards the door, wearing only his briefs... oh my! Those back muscles and toned thighs.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, rubbing my eyes while also looking around his room, such a comfortable surrounding.

"I'm taking you to work, with me." He smiled and left his room.

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While we were in Zayn's car, I realized the fact that I don't know much about Zayn.

I mean I knew he was rich and with a big family name, I knew he was stubborn too and weird... and handsome.

But when it comes to what he does, I had no idea.

But I stayed silent on the ride, he was driving and I was sitting beside him in the passenger seat, watching the road.

When he parked his car in a parking that has his name on it, I knew we reached our destination.

And here we were in front of a very big building that has a big sign on the top that said..

Harry?

"Zayn, am I mistaken or this building's name is Harry?" I questioned in utter shock.

"Surprise." He calmly stated and went to hug me.

I backed off from his hug fast, "Zayn, what? this is.. what! This is weird! what do you mean surprise? Is that your building or is it just a building that has my name?" I asked, feeling many mixed feelings towards this.

"No, this is my building, I changed its name like four, five months ago." He calmly explained.

"You changed your building name for me?" My eyes felt heavy, and we were still standing in front of the entrance, and probably drawing attention to us.

"It's what you deserve, babe." Zayn confirmed it and I kinda stood there in complete shock.

He knew me for two months or so, how could he do all these stuff for me? Why? Just bloody why?  

He got closer to me, probably noticing my confusion, and grabbed my hand in his hesitantly, and I was hesitant too, but I accepted it, and then I tightened my fingers around it.

And I didn't ever wanna let it go.

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When we got to his floor, the hightest one on the bulding, we were greeted with his -I assume- secretary.

"Mr. Malik." He greeted Zayn, with a little nod. His gaze then fell to look at our intertwined hands for a second, before he left his eyes up to look at me with a smile.

"Niall, meet my fiance, Harry Styles, soon to be Harry Malik." Zayn said to what I knew now goes with the name 'Niall.'

"Nice to meet you, do you like me to call you Mr. Styles or Mr. Malik?" A heavy Irish accent was heard.

I'd like you to call me Harry, cause I'm just Harry.

I wanted to say but then I looked at Zayn briefly and he was smiling at me, he's been doing that a lot lately, and seriously, for some reason, I wanted his image to be perfect in front of his employees and I guess people in love do things like that? So I replied,

"I'd like you to call me Mr. Malik, please." I uttered and smiled a dimpled smile, probably looking and sounding cheeky right now.

But then I felt my face being turned and towards Zayn, he held both of my cheeks between his hands before he slammed his lips to mine.

He swallowed my gasp in his wet lips that held my plumb ones hostage between them. He was kissing me hungrily, sucking my bottom lip hard like he waited for years to do this, I swore with every move of his lips, I felt my mind getting blank and the desire building inside me.

I totally forgot where we were, and who was there watching, when I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

And he didn't push me away!

He actually tied his grip on the sides of my head before he broke the kiss, both of us breathless.

If I had known me introducing myself as Mr. Malik would make him kiss me like that, I would have done it a long time ago.

"I can't believe I finally did it." He whispered, in a barely audible sound, his smile must hurt his cheeks, and I did not knew why he even waited.

Niall cleared his throat with a smile on his face, before leaving us to go to his office as I suppose which was next to Zayn's.

Why was he standing here for then? Enjoying the scene?

Zayn opened his office's door for me, and I walked inside with him behind me.

Wow! He had an astonishingly large office, with an amazing view, as expected from being this high, and with the biggest flat screen I've seen.

I'm gonna ask him later to let me play video games here, or maybe watch The Notebook.

But then I realized I still don't know what he does.

I looked at him, he was now sitting behind his desk, while looking attentively at his computer screen.

I got closer to look at what's he's doing, but I let out a gasp when he pulled me to sit on his lap.

"You idiot! Stop catching me off gurard! Stop doing that."

"Get comfortable, Mr. Malik." He winked smirking, and I wanted to slap that smirk off his face.

"I was looking at what you're doing, I don't know why I am here and I still don't know what you do." I said after a couple of seconds, since I did not get anything that was on the screen.

"You could have just asked me." He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"And you could have just answered now instead of saying that." I turned around on his lap, and he rested his big tattooed hands on my thighs.

"Well, I want you to work for me, now since you're jobless." He had an amusing look on his face, I swear he's probably having the time of his life as he should be.  

"Since you made me jobless, you mean."

He laughed and nodded his head, "Close enough, love."

"Anyway, work as what?" I, ignoring the flip I got in my stomach from him calling me 'love', huffed in fake annoyance, 'cause to be honest I really got used to him now, and I slightly -I mean utterly; completely- like the attention he's giving me, I always have and probably always will.

"As a modal, I want you to work for me as a model, this is a modelling agency."

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A/N: Hello from the other side, at least I can say that I've tried?

LOL sorry I'm in a good mood XD.

Anyway, a light chapter full of cute moments and a first KISS!

Maybe next chapter will be in Zayn's pov? Not sure yet

Hope you like it. And thank you again for all the support. Always grateful.

Love y'all 💛