You’re a competitive gambler, and attend a club frequently. You’re well known, filthy rich too, mainly for your frequent wins against even the most highest players… such as Zayn.

Zayn stares at his cards, before looking at the ones on the table, before a smirk creeps on his face, realising he’s lost. He puts down his cards and shrugs, showing his defeat, as the crowd around you congratulate and cheer in your victory.

“You’re actually decent.” He says, humbly, still with that same impressed smirk. He looks you up and down, staring at your striking eyes. “Who are you exactly?” Zayn says, twirling the toothpick in his mouth and looking at you with curiosity. Clearly he wasn’t familiar with being beat before…