4 [RED]: It Was Mr. Harry.

Hands forming fists, heartbeats rising, teeth clenching; Zayn Malik was helplessly standing there, watching his father's anger expanding, knowing that he is now working under Harry Styles' hand.

"Dad, you need to calm down. What's done is done now." Zayn sighed loudly.

"I can't Zayn. I am very disappointed right now, Des has disappointed me for the first time in my entire life." Yaser's eyes were showing how ready he was to punch the younger Styles in the gut, maybe the older one too.

"I know but I think you still should go and congratulate him. You're working for hi-"

"Don't! Don't say it." Yaser cut Zayn off and Zayn was feeling a bit bad for his father but also quite amused at his reaction towards the new announcement tonight.

I mean how bad can Harry Styles be? My father is probably exaggerating, wanting everything to be perfect in his own way. Zayn thought. Where is Liam when drama like this happen? Zayn let out a small giggle at his thoughts.

"But still, take Mr. Bumbie or whatever his name was," Zayn started, referring to his father's acquaintance who was sharing the table with him this evening.

"Mr. Bomber." Yaser corrected his son with a chuckle.

"Yeah him, and go together say congrats. I'll even go with you." Zayn put a hand on his father's shoulder.

It's not that Zayn didn't trust his father's opinion on people, but he knows how much his job means to him.

Zayn and Yaser started looking around, to find Mr. Bomber, or maybe to spot his daughter whom he glued to his side, but none of them was in sight of their 120 degree vision.

"I swear he was just beside me before the announcement!" Yaser shook his head in wonder.

"Wait, dad. Let me ask one of the waiters." Zayn mumbled.

And it wasn't that hard for our beautiful boy to grab the attention of one of the waiters.

"Excuse me," Zayn smiled his million pounds smile, "I'm looking for Mr. Bomber, have you seen him?"

"Bomber?" The waiter scratched his head, trying to remember whose name was this, or more pretending he forgot.

"Thomas Bomber." Yaser said in an annoyed voice.

"He has a girl with him, long dark hair, maybe sixteen." Zayn continued.

"Oh yeah I remember now." The waiter said, like he solved the puzzle of the pyramids.

What a bad actor. Zayn thought.

"Alright, do you know where he is?"

"He left sir, about five minutes ago."

"Do you know why?" Zayn frowned.

"Um.. n-no." The waiter scratched his head again, and Zayn noticed he was hiding something, so he decided to make a use of his charms, it's been a while since he did that. 

Zayn motioned for his dad to leave, and his dad frowned in confusion.

So he did it again with his eyes telling Yaser to leave him alone with the dude, but Yaser shook his head in disagreement.

So Zayn gave up, enjoy the show dad.

"How about now?" Zayn bit his bottom lip, puttig his hand on the man's sleeve, and he felt the poor waiter's arm tensing under his hand.

"I- he- no! No sorry I can't." The waiter swallowed loudly and looked around nervously.

"Come on, for me." Zayn moved his hand up and down the man's arm, looking him deep in the eyes.

While Yaser was there, looking at the exchange of words between the two, ready to shop the waiter's head off if he put a single finger in Zayn's direction.

"It- uhm- it was Mr. Styles."

"What? What do you mean?" Yaser questioned in surprise.

At what did Mr. Styles have to do with Mr. Bomber leaving early? Did they got in a fight? Was Thomas also disagreeing with his decision about giving the CEO position to his son? Yaser thought.

"Please don't tell Mr. Styles that I let you know, but he kicked Mr. Bomber and his daughter out." The waiter whispered but Yaser's loud "WHAT?" drew attention to them quickly.

When Zayn saw the amount of eyes looking at them, he pretended to laugh.

"Good one, dad!" Zayn fakely laughed, until people stopped staring.

"What good one, Zayn?" Yaser asked, oblivious.

"I always thought you're a smart guy, old man." Zayn said in sarcasm.

"What?" Yaser questioned again but Zayn ignored him and turned to the waiter.

"Why did Mr. Styles kick them out?"

"He told them it's because they were annoying the guests."

"Annoying the guests?" Yaser cried, "What's happening to Des' mind? Did he drop it somewhere?"

"It wasn't Mr. Des sir," the waiter mumbled, "It was Mr. Harry."

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"I told you Zayn, I told you that Harry is a wanker. He really is getting on my nerves."

Zayn wanted nothing more than for this night to end. Or at this rate, his father's about to get a hypertensive crisis.

Harry seemed to be nice in Zayn's eyes, his dad was probably just overreacting.

"Mr. Malik,"

Both Zayn and Yaser turned around to see Mr. Styles and his son approaching them.

But it was Harry's voice who called their last name, looking at Yaser's eyes.

"You didn't come to congratulate me, so I figured then I'll come to you." Harry smirked and shook Yaser's hand; rather hard. While Des pulled Zayn into a tight hug.

"Congrats, Harry." Yaser said and he felt Harry raising an eyebrow, "I mean Mr. Styles." Yaser corrected, while wanting nothing more than for the earth to open wide and swallow him alive.

Meanwhile, Des was having a small conversation with Zayn about how big he looked now.

Zayn and Des were talking, both not interested in Harry and Yaser's conversation. Couldn't say the same about Harry though.

"Look at you, I can't believe you are this big now. Haven't seen you since you were a kid!" Des fondly pinched Zayn's cheeks and Zayn laughed softly. "You're in collage now right?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, it's my final year." Zayn smiled.

"Well, then you can buy your own house, Harry bought his own a couple of days ago, and guess where? In J.R street!"

Zayn gasped, Juliet Rose street, or J.R street was the most expensive one in all Ethereal City. In fact it has only five houses, apparently six now that Harry has one there.

They all sat down, Des took a seat beside Yaser while Harry pulled the chair next to Zayn.

"Why didn't you tell me you were the new CEO?" Zayn curiously asked, looking like a kitten in Harry's eyes, who chuckled,

"I wanted to tease you for a bit."

"Why? You don't know me," Zayn laughed.

"I want to," Harry smirked and Zayn felt such a thrill seeing a handsome rich guy openly flirting with him.

Zayn turned around to look at his dad with Des, and whatever they were saying, Zayn could see his father is much calmer now.

Before he could turn his face again, he heard a voice whispering in his ear, he immediately recognised it as the waiter's from earlier,

"Bathroom, end of the hall, I'll be waiting on my knees for you."

The waiter said that and walked away, turning around just for a split second to send Zayn a kiss in the air.

After the waiter's left, Zayn shook his head in amusement, with a slight smirk on his perfect face. The stupid dude really fell for Zayn's trick.

While Zayn was busy finding the situation quite funny in his head, he didn't notice a pair of eyes, glaring at the waiter's back, about to burn a hole in it.

"I'll be back." Zayn heard Harry's voice saying before he disappeared down the hall.

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Seems like the waiter is in trouble lmao jealous Harry is a favourite thu!

He even kicked the poor girl for annoying Zayn! Lol

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