Fine line

4

A mashup of ideas from Kayla47943 Milsson1 manonquidanse3 kitania_34  and sunflowervolumelarry ❤

He received a text from Niall the next day. He had slept in and was spending a lazy Friday in front of the tv. Having the weekend off was great but he didn't really feel like going out by himself. Niall's text was perfect.

Hi, mate! Do you wanna come clubbing with us on Saturday? /Niall

He immediately agreed. Niall texted him back with a time and place. Harry was excited. He loved going out but it would be so much more fun with some company.

He spent Friday at home eating pizza, watching tv, and trying to memorize the ingredients for more drinks.

Except for eating, Saturday was spent getting ready for the club. He took a long bath, shaving, and grooming. He put on a face and hair mask, trimmed his eyebrows, and put a glittery lotion on his body. He fixed his hair and put on deodorant and his favorite aftershave. Then he spent half an hour going through his wardrobe, trying on different outfits until he finally settled on some black skinny jeans and a black, see-through button-up shirt. He only buttoned the last three buttons, showing off his tattoos. He was ready for a night out! He put on his favorite boots in gold and a coat before he grabbed his keys, phone, and wallet and took the subway.

The guys were already there. They were waiting in line. Harry's eyes fell on Louis. He had his arm around a blonde girl whispering something to her. Harry held back a snort.
"Hi, Harry!" Niall greeted.

Louis looked up before he whispered something to the girl and she glanced at him. Great. They were clearly talking about him. Harry felt uneasy. He didn't want to be the gossip between Louis and his arm candy.

They had to wait in line for five minutes. He talked to Liam and Niall but his eyes kept traveling toward Louis and the girl in front of him. He didn't know why they bothered him so much. Maybe because his mind had been set on a guys' night out and Louis dragged his girlfriend along.

They got inside and left their jackets in the wardrobe before they headed to the bar. Harry ordered a French 75,  gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. It was his favorite since he couldn't afford to drink champagne by the bottle and he was planning on getting drunk tonight.

Liam and Niall got their orders and went to find a table. Louis date went with them. Louis came to stand next to him.
"Cute girlfriend." Harry commented.

"That's my sister Lottie." Louis chuckled.

"Sister? Oh..." Harry replied.

"Don't make assumptions." Louis said and paid for his beer and a glass of wine. Harry got his drink and paid for it before he joined the rest at a table.

An hour and a couple of drinks later he felt great and he really wanted to dance. He headed to the dancefloor and started to shake his booty unaware that Louis was watching him from across the room. Lottie leaned in to talk to him.
"So Harry..."

"Is a pain in my ass." Louis snorted.

Lottie burst out laughing.
"Interesting choice of words there big brother."

Louis rolled his eyes.
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it."

"Why not? If someone would make you bottom I bet it would be him. He's gorgeous!" Lottie grinned.

"Lottie!" Louis gasped and burst out laughing.

"I'm totally right!" Lottie smirked.

"I don't even know if he's straight or not and he's kind of an idiot." Louis shrugged.

"He's not an idiot Louis! What happened to your gaydar? Look at him! He's not straight!" Lottie said and tilted her head against the dance floor where Harry was dancing with his arms in the air, wiggling his bum.

Louis looked at Harry and smiled.
"Don't be so stereotypical Lotts. He just likes to dance...oh and grind. Yeah, definitely not straight." Louis said and coughed up the beer he had just drunk when he saw Harry grinding his ass against a guy's crotch on the dance floor. 

"Told you!" Lottie grinned.

"Well, so?" Louis shrugged.

"There's no way you don't find him attractive. He's just your type multiplied with like, a thousand." Lottie smiled amused.

"He's rude!" Louis snorted.

"So are you!" Lottie retorted.

"Am not!" Louis protested.

"Am not what?" Harry's voice sounded next to them.

"Rude." Louis answered and looked up. Harry's hair was even curlier than before.

"Well..." Harry smirked.

"Look who's talking!" Louis said.

Harry fake gasped and put a hand over his heart before he took a seat.
"I'm a sweetheart."

'Sure, princess." Louis smiled in amusement.

It was mean to be a teasing insult but Harry smiled a dimpled smile in return. Louis gave him a quick once over. Harry liked the pet name. Interesting. They locked eyes but Liam interrupted them.
"What are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing." Louis said dismissively.

Suddenly Liam let out a small squeak and stared in the direction of the bar. They all turned their heads to see what was going on.
"Wait, isn't that your favorite singer Zayn Malik?" Niall wondered.

Liam grabbed his arm.
"Hush! He can hear you! Oh my God, it's really him!" He stressed.

"I think Liam is having a real fangirl moment. Are you breathing there, buddy?" Louis chuckled.

"He's here! Why is he here? I'm gonna faint." Liam said.

"Come on, let's go to the bar!" Niall said and grabbed his shoulder but before they could get up Zayn was walking up to them.

Liam froze and stared.
"Harry? I thought that was you!" Zayn said with a smile.

They all stared as Harry got up and hugged the huge pop star.
"Zayn! What are you doing in London? I thought you were in L.A."

"Last minute. How have you been?" Zayn asked.

"Good. You?" Harry asked.

Liam, Niall, Lottie, and even Louis followed the conversation with interest. Harry knew Zayn?

Harry turned to look at them and rolled his eyes.
"Zayn, these are my co-workers. Louis, his sister Lottie. Niall and Liam."

Liam's arm knocked over Niall's glass as he reached out a hand to shake Zayn's.
"I love your music! You're such a great singer."

Zayn shook his hand.
"Thank you. I gonna return to my friends. I'll call you tomorrow Harry."

"Yeah, have a great evening." Harry smiled.

Zayn left and Harry took a seat again. He looked up just to find everyone around the table staring at him.
"You know Zayn Malik?" Niall questioned.

"I do." Harry smiled.

What happens next? How does Harry know Zayn?