The Last Dance - [A Zarry Fanfiction]

Chapter One { Toxic Coloured Drinks }

When Zayn Malik left his office at half past five that afternoon, he couldn't help but admit how relieved he was. He'd been given the task of organising all the progress charts from the previous years work, and the young man had seen so many bar charts and graphs that he thought all he could see when he blinked was red and blue bar charts or yellow and green coloured scatter graphs. It was an absolute bore to him, but, his Father's proud smile after Zayn had finished was enough to tell him how much of a good job he'd done. Zayn craved his Father's approval when working, and when he got it, it was the best feeling in the world.

But now, as he was sat cramped inbetween his excitable Irish friend and another one of their workmates, he couldn't help but send a silent prayer to pray to take him back to the tedious charts instead of being here. All he could smell was alcohol, sweat, and an occasional sniff of copper coins seemed to hit him every other moment. If his parents knew that he was here, he'd be in such big trouble it wouldn't even be funny. It didn't matter if he was a twenty-year-old man; he was still scared of getting in trouble.

"That one, that one! He's so hot!" Niall James Horan screamed, standing up in excitement and causing Zayn to jolt forwards into the small brown table they were sat around, the half empty pint glasses on it all jingling together like cheap bells.

"Damn it, Niall..." Zayn growled, sitting back and hoping that the dark lighting of the club would hide how much he was really blushing. He was in pure hell, and he was hating every second of it. Niall sat back down chuckling loudly, as his hands loosened his tie.

"I come in here so much and pay him £50 each time that I swear he's started to remember me." Niall burst out laughing, before taking a large gulp of his pint. Only the Lord knew how many Niall had already had before.

"I'm sure he tells all his clients that, Niall." Zayn grumbled, leaning back and rolling his eyes, before pulling out his blackberry to check his emails when Niall's large hand swooped in and took it from him.

"No work, Zayn! We came here for fun! Do you even know what that is?" Niall asked with a sly, drunk, smile. Zayn rolled his eyes and tugged his blackberry back into his hands.

"It's definitely not some dodgy strip club, Niall." Zayn sighed, before checking his emails hoping that some client was trying to get in touch, or his Dad had some sort of errand for him to run. Of course, his emails were blank. He would not be saved from this grotty little building tonight.

"Yes it is! I'm going to get you shots, hold on..." Niall jumped up onto his feet again, his buff body resembling more of a Bambi on ice than an Irish businessman who goes to the gym more than twice a week. Zayn rolled his eyes, burying his face into his hands, praying that an email will come through. His brown eyes were stuck to the phone screen, waiting, watching, hoping.

The sound of clinking glasses brought Zayn's gaze away from his phone, but the minute he saw Niall shoving a tray full of clear shot glasses, filled with liqueurs of all colours, Zayn rolled his eyes and glanced back down at his phone. The last thing he was going to do was drink right now. As if his parents would be mad enough as it is, if they found out he was here, but they'd truly cut him to pieces and throw him to the dogs if they found him drinking.

He was allowed the odd glass of scotch in his Father's office after a successful meeting, but anything other than that was seen as forbidden. Zayn didn't mind alcohol, he'd just rather it be a glass of wine in the safety of his apartment, rather than a bright blue shot in a strip club.

"Zayn," Niall's Irish voice started up once more, but Zayn was all but too quick to shut him off.

"Nope. Not drinking." Zayn scowled, his voice stern and harsh, treating Niall like one of the teenage interns that tended to follow him round from time to time rather than one of his business partners in the firm. This didn't seem to discourage Niall.