7 [GRAY]: Please. 

Wearing a pair of black jeans with a slightly-oversized creamy knit sweater; Zayn Malik stood out in the Styles Enterprises, surrounded by formal-wearing people as he waited to meet the CEO, Harry Styles.

It's been half an hour and Zayn can't say he's pleased to be seated outside the CEO office, everyone knew who he is, since he came to visit his father often, and probably knew why he's here, but for some reason none really said a word to him, neither good nor bad, except the secretary who called out his name and asked to follow him.

Zayn had been to this room a couple of times in the past, but it was the first time since he was a kid, and since he stopped clinging to his dad's side wherever he went.

Harry Styles was just like he remembered from the party, standing tall with his dark blue suit, along with a navy vest underneath and a red tie. His eyes met Zayn's. Still holding a phone against his ear, he motioned for Zayn to sit down.

"As soon as I get a new assistant I will call you to make the deal," The CEO's voice echoed in the large room, making Zayn wince at his words, a new assistant, he's already replacing his dad. But anyway, Zayn sat down.

"Yes.. absolutely.. I will call you." And with that he put down the phone.

"Sorry I kept you waiting," Styles said softly as he walked from behind his desk, "But you know, work."

Zayn nodded, playing nervously with the sleeves of his sweater, he opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know where to begin. Harry took a seat in the chair opposite of him, and put a leg above the other. Zayn's face looked so pale indeed, Harry thought, compared to how he looked the last time he saw him.

"I knew you're here for a reason, Zayn." Harry softly uttered, a smirk was plastered on his pink lips.

"You remember my name?" Zayn couldn't help but ask.

"Of course." Harry remembers names very well, and how could he forget the name of such a beautiful man.

"What's bothering your pretty head?" Harry added.

Zayn, not really knowing if Harry was being sarcastic or not, and despite how hard he fought not to, blushed at the CEO words.

Not the time. Not the place.

"I think," Zayn cleared his throat, "You know about what happened last night."

"I've been informed, yes." Harry nodded.

"My father isn't a thief!" Zayn nearly shouted, his voice came out loud and slightly cracked.

"I never thought he was," Harry raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "that's.. until yesterday."

Zayn's eyes teared up, he didn't know why was he getting so emotional today, maybe because it's the first time his father didn't spend the night at his home, on his bed. Maybe beacuse his father was in Jail, or maybe because he felt the weight of this big responsibility to get his father out of trouble, above his shoulders.

Probably all of that mixed with the fact that he didn't get a second of sleep last night, and the fact that he heard his dear father being called 'a thief'.

"Hey, easy here." Harry gently demanded as he went to stand in front of Zayn. Leaning his backside at the table between the two chairs, before he put his full weight on it, so he's face-to-face with Zayn.

"My father isn't a thief." He repeated, snifing loudly, his gaze went to the black wall behind Harry, whom shook his head.

"I believe you," Harry quickly said, "But.. hey, look at me!"

Zayn looked aside and into Harry's eyes, two green orbs staring kindly into his buffy ones.

"Tell me what's bothering you?" Harry asked again. A wave of a weird feeling running through him, something like a need to help Zayn,  and on the other hand, Zayn felt like Harry may, at this moment, grant his wishes, so he promptly answered.

"I want my father out of Jail. He didn't steal anything, he must have an explanation for what you saw in the security cameras, I can assure you that, just give him a chance and talk to him." Zayn pleaded.

"I don't know.." Harry started, teasing Zayn, or maybe genuinely thinking about it; considering letting Yaser off the hook, but Zayn kind of cut him off when he took a hold of Harry's hand between both of his trembling ones and placed them against his chest, beseeching to the CEO.

"Please." Zayn begged, a tear passed his thick lashes and fell to his cheek.

Harry hated to see Zayn's crying. He liked the lad, from the moment he saw him, he liked his beautiful features and that little sound of surprise when Harry caught him off guard while lighting his cigarette, he liked his curious face and how everyone looked at him at the party, while he was oblivious to the many eyes following his beauty around. Making him even more irresistible in Harry's eyes.  

"Zayn," Harry breathed, "I've just been announced the CEO a couple of days ago, If I let something like this go easily without punishing the.."

"But my father is innocent, I swear he didn't steal from you. You have to believe me. Please." Zayn pleaded again, and on a desperate move, he left Harry's hand to his lips and started kissing it repeatedly with no intention to stop as the stored tears started to flow and the sobs wracked his body.

Harry was stunned, completely frozen as he watched Zayn, until they heard a loud knock on the door, Harry let out a gasp and pulled his hand away from Zayn's mouth and stood up. Zayn covered his face with his hands in humiliation, as the secretary got inside the room.

It was criminal, getting robbed of his dignity like this.

"Mr. Styles, our company's lawyers are here, should I lead them to the meeting room?" The young secretary asked as he eyed Zayn with the corner of his dark brown eyes.

Harry didn't like, for some unknown reason, the way his employee was looking down at Zayn, so he disquietingly moved to stand in front of Zayn, blocking him from those disgusted looks.

"Yes, do that." Harry commanded flatly.

The secretary nodded, and Zayn's phone started ringing as the door closed.

"Hello," Zayn answered after seeing Liam's name on the caller ID, his voice sounded throaty and tired.

Harry sat back down on the chair opposite Zayn's, looking at the way his lips looked red as he bit down on his lower one, before he swabbed his tongue on it, making it look shiny and pouty, Harry had to adjust himself. Moving his tingling hand through his locks, he could still feel Zayn's lips against his knuckles.

"Alright.. yeah.. I don't know, Liam.. I'm okay, I think.. bye." Zayn finished his call, his eyes still looking at the dark screen of his phone, still in his hand. The tips of his fingers looked white as he tightened his grip on the poor phone, like he forgot where he was.

"Zayn," Harry said his name to catch his attention, "I wish I can do something to help you I really d.."

"You know, Harry. I really thought we had a thing back there in your party, but I guess that was just me." Zayn's gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched as he stood up to leave.

Harry's eyes widened, "Wait, wait, hold on." Harry's hand felt rough as he wrapped it around Zayn's forearm to stop him, even through the clothes' layer.

"You- you had a thing for me too?" Harry questioned, his grip loosened on Zayn's as his eyes searched Zayn's face for an answer.

"Please, don't humiliate me more," Zayn squeezed his eyes shut, "This might be funny for you, but it isn't for me." He sniffed, feeling his heart beating faster, drumming against his chest.

"You're serious?" Harry whispered, his green curious eyes were looking for an answer in Zayn's golden one, but Zayn was smarter than to let him see what his eyes held, he knew there's a safer lanuguage to reply than that of eyes;

He crashed his lips against Harry's.

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A/n: hey how was everyone's weekend?

The colours mentioned at the beginning of every chapter and the skies are how the general feelings gonna be in the chapter (:

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