13 [MAUVE]: Unwelcomed Encounter.

Getting into the passenger seat of Harry's car, buckling the seatbelt around him slowly, and sneakily checking how he looked in the side mirror; Zayn Malik moved his sweaty hands up and down his thighs, feeling himself starting to get nervous.

"Hey," Harry finally said with a smile after a minute of silence between them.

"Hey." Zayn replied, staring at Harry's side profile, his sharp jaw, his straight nose and his deep dimple showing beautifully on his cheek.

"Why are you so quiet tonight? Are you nervous?" Harry looked to the side catching Zayn staring at him, he smiled as Zayn quickly darted his eyes away with a blush.

He saw the surprise on the pretty man's face before his gaze turned back to the road as he got them out of Zayn's neighbourhood.

Zayn tensed in his seat, how did he know he was nervous? Was he showing his emotions on his face? He's usually good at hiding it.

"No, I'm not nervous, I'm just.. excited." He lied smoothly. He wasn't just nervous. He was legit scared. His stomach turned and he prayed that nothing bad happens tonight.

Harry chuckled and in a swift move, took a hold of Zayn's hand, "Okay. Good. Cause there's no need to be nervous around me.. ever." Harry smiled, pressing a single kiss on Zayn's palm, and Zayn smiled in return.

That's true, he thought, no need to be nervous, Liam won't find out, he's working tonight in the restaurant, and probably busy cause he hasn't replied to his text yet, and unless Harry is taking him to the same restaurant, then he is in no deep water.

Instead of setting in silence, Zayn thought he should say something,

"So Harry, I wanted to ask you, yesterday when we were talking with the detective James, he said you screw people's lives?"

"Yeah, I can do it in my sleep." Harry smirked, a smug look on his face.

"What does that mean?" Zayn's eyes widened.

"When you are a CEO of an advertisment company, a lot of people would be afraid to piss you off, believe me."

After another minute of driving, with the feeling of fire running through Zayn's thigh from the way Harry's hand was moving, gently down to his knee and up close to his crotch; Zayn sighed in relief, when he recognised the expensive restaurant in Crimson Street.

They were finally here, so Harry must take his arousing hand off Zayn's leg, or else Zayn thought he might jizz in his pants.

And it was a different restaurant than the one Liam worked in. Phew.

Zayn unbuckled his seatbelt, "Don't open the door," Harry demanded before he got out the car and around the hood, opening the door for Zayn, and offering him his hand. Zayn's face turned a cute pink as he accepted Harry's hand.

Harry walked into the restaurant, hand-in-hand with Zayn, some people eyed them and whispered when they passed them. Zayn almost forgot that Harry was quiet renowned, since the news of him buying a house in J.R street.

Styles already had made a reservation, it didn't take long before they were sitting across each other at one of the fancy tables.

The date went without a hitch, Harry was staring at Zayn when he ordered his food, and he kept staring as he asked him about his family, his favourite colour, his deepest fear, and Zayn had to admit, so far, he was having a great time.

"What about you, what's your deepest fear?" Zayn asked as he took a bite from his tropical shrimp salad.

"Dying." Harry replied, making Zayn swallow through the wrong pipe and he started to cough terribly.

"Was that too dark?" Harry laughed, as Zayn drank some water.

"No, I just wasn't expecting that. But I heard it's a common phobia." Zayn explained, showing him his understatement.

"Tell me Zayn," Harry cocked his head to the side, his dish still half full as he spent most of his time watching Zayn, "Did you like this restaurant?"

"Yes, it's great. Thanks for bringing me here, I've never tried their food."

"Then why do I see discomfort in your eyes? Is it me?" Harry asked, making Zayn's mouth to part slightly in shock. How the hell does he always know? Is he a psychic or something?

"No! It's not you. And it's not the restaurant either. It's just.. the street." Zayn answered honestly.

"The street?"

"Yeah, it's Crimson Street, isn't here where the serial killer committed most of his crimes,"

"I heard. But no need to get scared, he killed like six people, police officers kill more by accidents." Harry explained.

Wait did he just say six? But the police only let the media know about five? Does he know the killer? Or someone with the police? Or maybe... is he..? Zayn gulped.

"Yeah you're right," Zayn quickly replied after the pause he took, his mouth is drier now.

"Besides, you are always safe with me." Harry assured, placing his hand on top of Zayn's on the table, squeezing gently. "With me, you don't have to fear anything."

Zayn felt his face blush at the protective tone his date showed, and he felt a weird feeling in his stomach, like there's a strong magnet pulling him toward the handsome man, whose eyes were shining with lust now, but also care.

Zayn was so lost inside Harry's green eyes, that it was hard to pull away when a masculine voice called his name from behind him, Zayn turned around in a robotic way, to see a smiling handsome young man looking at him.

Oh no!

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In a second Zayn's eyes met the stranger-to-us eyes, and whose face lighted up in surprise and his hand tugged at the petit girl's sleeve who was standing next to him, she also looked Zayn's direction when her companion pointed his finger at him.

That can't be happening, not right now no no! The young man and woman started waving excitedly as they walked towards Zayn's and Harry's table.

"Who are they?" Harry softly glared at the two walking to them before he looked back at Zayn. He watched the golden-eyed boy's face paling.

"Zayn! What a coincidence running into you here." The woman said as she threw herself at Zayn, wrapping her arms around his shoulder in a hug, and the man patted his shoulder in a boyish greeting.

"Oh hi guys, what are you doing here?" Zayn mumbled nervously as he stayed seated, he really didn't trust his legs to hold him up right now.

"Today's our aunt birthday, we decided to come early to tell the waiter to bring the cake in while playing a Birthday song."

"That's cool." Zayn uttrerd with a smile wishing they'd just go away, but instead the pretty girl spoke.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, Zayn?" She asked, looking at Harry with heart eyes.

"Oh yeah, this is Harry. Harry, meet Ashton and his sister Lala, my best friends."

"He means Lala and her brother Ashton, but I forgive him." Lala laughed before they both shook Harry's hand who smiled at them, muttering a quick 'nice to meet you.'

"Oh, I see you're wearing my birthday gift to you. It looks great!" Ashton giggled, referring to the watch around Zayn's wrist.

Zayn blushed for some reason, "You guys are obsessed." He sighed, his hand grazed the expensive watch gently, as if checking it's still there.

"Do you like time-pieces much?" Harry asked with a tone that showed his interest, making Lala squeak and clapping her hands happily, and Zayn's gut told him, Harry was being sarcastic.

"Yes! I love them. I also once gave Zayn a clock. It's still in his room right, Zayn?"

"It sure is," go away already you idiots! Go away!

"So, is Liam here with you?" Ashton asked and here it comes, the question that shall not be asked, Zayn's heart fell between his feet, he could literally feel himself sweating in his fancy clothings.

"No, why would he? I'm on a date here." Zayn quickly replied, emphasizing on date, shocking both the siblings.

"But.." Lala started and Zayn pleaded them with his eyes not to say anything. His eyes said he'd explain things later.

"Oh.. we won't bother you anymore then," Ashton said flatly, a frown was taking over his beautiful features.

"Okay, it was a pleasure meeting you, Harry." Lala, who was now smiling fakely, said to Harry.

Harry was sitting silent, shifting his eyes between the friends with a blank face.

"You too, Lala, Ashton." Harry replied, nodding his head.

"So, what's your favoufit movie?" Zayn fired a question immediately like that would erase every awkward look and word been said seconds ago.

"They seem nice," Harry said calmly, instead of answering.

"Oh yeah they are the sweetest, so favourite mo-"

"But they looked so surprised that you were on a date. Why is that?" Harry's voice came deep and heavy, sending signals of what seemed like a warning to Zayn's attentive ears.

Zayn cleared his throat, "It's just- you know, my first date since a long time."

"Right," Harry nodded but his green orbs looked like they're evading Zayn's soul, seeing what he's hiding and discovering his every little secret. "I'm honoured then." He finally smiled making Zayn let out a sigh and offer a genuine smile. Thank God he didn't ask about who's Liam.

After a minute of uncomfortable silence, Harry and Zayn finished their dinner.

"So, do you wanna go back to my place?" Harry tilted his head to the side, asking with a smirk as he paid for the dinner.

Zayn's face turned red, and his breath quickened. That means he wants to have sex right?

"Isn't it too early for that?" Zayn answered with a question, avoiding Harry's intense gaze, as he felt his bones aching from exhaustion. He was more streesed now than words could tell.

"You decide. Whatever you want, I'll go with it on your pace. I just want to get to know you better.. in every way."

Zayn felt his mouth getting drier. Going on a date with a man other than his boyfriend is something, kissing another man is something bigger, but sleeping with him is a complete different thing.

Liam doesn't deserve for him to cheat on him.

But then what if Harry changed his mind if he said no, I don't wanna go home with you and went to press charges against his dad?

Isn't Zayn the one who came into him in his office? that should mean he likes him so much already, wouldn't it be totally suspicious if he said no to a guy whom he threw himself at?

Not to mention, the whole conversation with Ashton and Lala already raised a few questions in Harry's head, Zayn could tell.

So pressing his nails into the palms of his hands in tention, and as if giving a death sentence to his realtionship;

"I guess I'll go." Zayn finally said, making a wide dimpled smile take over Harry's face.

Zayn bit the inside of his cheeks, What the hell am I doing?

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