Not for all the love in the world.

I went to the club. To hunger. I pulled some strings and was able to get the invite. It was dark, the only light was at the bar--dim yellow bulbs lined the wall above the bottles. All the other light was red or blue, casting a sexy ambiance over the room. There were fewer people here than I expected, but it was early.
Everyone wore a disguise. I had gotten a full coverage mask, white in the front and a sleek black fabric that covered the back of my head and my hair. I wore gloves to cover any tattoos that would recognizable.
I didn't want anyone to know I was here, the press would have a field day. They had a wall behind the bar with photos. I sat, waiting on my glass of wine, staring at those photos. Searching for a clue.
"First time?" The bartender asked as she placed the wine glass in front of me. I nodded, but I quickly realized there was no way I could drink this wine with my mask on. I was so caught up in everything.
I stood up, leaving cash on the bar and an untouched wine glass beside it. I was about to walk away when I saw it, I saw her. Orange wig and a wide grin, she was sitting on the mystery mans lap.
I saw the tattoo.
A meticulously shaded mandala spilled towards his fingers. How had I missed that?
I briskly walked outside, pulling my phone out once I'd gotten into the car. I started the engine and dialed Kat.
"This is Kat" she said with her cheery tone,
I took a breath.
"I know who was in the picture with Shelby."
"Harry? Hold on, let me get to my desk." I heard her walking, I heard the squeak of the chair as she sat, and finally she said she was ready.

"Zayn Malik"

Notes

Oooo a clue!! :D