He quickly grabbed the important files before rushing out of the office following Zayn.

He tried to walk as fast as possible but until he reached the elevator the door was already closed. Zayn knew Harry was going to come yet he didn't even tried to wait for him. He could take the stairs but he knew it would take more time so he waited and for what felt like hours but just a minute the elevator door opened again.

He quickly got in pressing the floor number. It was just him alone in the elevator. He knew he could have called Zayn and asked him to Stop the elevator but he also knew that Zayn wouldn't have listened to him or more specifically would have ignored him . He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

'Not now. He is your boss. You have to this. You can do this'. All these thoughts ran inside his mind. The elevator door opened with a ding and he sprinted towards the meeting room.

He gave a polite nod to the Mark who was sitting on his table near the door.

He opened the door and sighed in relief as he noticed that everyone was still not there. Zayn was talking with Mr.Tomilson while some were talking and some were arranging their things for the presentation.

Harry walked in slowly . And walked towards to the chair near the left sife of head chair. His seat. Zayn would sit on the head chair and Mr. Tomilson would be sitting on the right side.

He started arranging the paper's ,the quotations,catalogue sent by the other company. He was in the middle of it when he felt his stomach churn in a wierd way. He felt this wierd feeling in his lower abdomen and then the nauseous feeling ,he knew what was about to come up so he swiftly ran out of the room.

He barely managed to reach the sink and threw up violently.  He turned on the faucet to let let it all wash away because the smell was making him more nauseous.  He stood there for around five minutes clutching his stomach and throwing up when he realized he had to go back in the meeting!!

He quickly gurgled the water and thankfully had a gum in his pocket which he instantly started chewing to cover the awfull smell.

He looked himself in the mirror and tried to look presentable before practically running out of the restroom.

But when he reached the door. Mark stopped him,

"You can't go in ,Harry ."

"But I have to . How will Mr.Malik manage it alone? " Harry asked.

"He will. And he had. He called Eliza when you ran out. " Mark said . Harry's face paled. He knew no one cared enough to follow come behind him as he just joined the office a month ago and Zayn's schedule always kept him busy but he didn't knew Zayn would call someone to replace him so quickly.

"That's how he works ,Harry. He doesn't wait for anyone. I'm sorry for stopping you here but even if you would have went inside he would have sent you out and it would be more embarrassing.  I suggest you prepare a good apology ,he might want to fire you or something.  I have to back to work. Sorry ." With that Mark walked away.

Harry managed a small nod and started walking back to Zayn and his shared office. Well it was Zayn's office he just had a small corner of it.

How can Zayn do that ? He never talks with him . Never looks at him. As soon as this thought came into his mind ,he went back to the morning when he woke up beside Zayn.

Harry tried to move and get comfortable but pain shot through his spine and he stopped his movement.  He waited for a second for the pain to subside and then opened his eyes again.

He looked at the red wall and plant in front of him. Wait red ? His room wasn't red !!

He quickly shot up and looked around.  He was in a small unfamiliar room . His and someone else's clothes were littered on the floor. The room was lit up with red glow. There were no windows just one door.

Then Harry realised that he had came to the club to forget about all the problems. He didn't knew how he got so drunk and the pain in his back and his nudity told him that something had happened.

He slowly turned his face to the other side of the bed muttering "oh god please no ..please no ..." he was hoping to find no one there but well...there was someone there and not just someone. 

Zayn malik was sleeping beside him.

He fell off the bed, a whine escaping his lips . This can't be possible . No . It can't !!

He quickly got up and looked more closely now ,hoping that he was wrong the first time but he wasn't . There was no denying that he was sleeping beside Zayn. His new boss.

"Shit !!" Harry cursed and quickly grabbed his clothes wearing them and almost running out of the room while limping.

He just hoped that Zayn wouldn't remember his face other wise he would be fired for sure.
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Well, It seemed Zayn didn't remembered him because he behaved the same way .

He didn't looked at him or talked to him or fired him.

Harry didn't knew if it was a good thing or bad . Does Zayn remember his face but is just pretending or he really doesn't know. Has Zayn ever seen his face ??

As per his memory Zayn has never looked at him . His face twisted as he again felt the pain in his lower abdomen.

This was happening from last few days. He didn't had a time to go to doctor even though he visited his mom in the hospital everyday.