Pretty Little Directioners (Pretty Little Liars/One Direction Fan Fiction)

Once upon a time, there were four little girls...


6. Chapter One

~ Avery's P.O.V. ~



The music here at the bar was noisy, almost repulsive. This right here was an old U2 song, and I know this because my mom always sang it at our home. I sat down at a chair near the wine coolers, and then I continued to draw on my notebook. I always came here to get my mind off of things. And most of the time, it was quite.

Almost too quiet.

"Excuse me, miss?" Said a manly, deep voice.

I looked at the man and didn't recognize him at first. But then I looked at his working shirt and realized he was the manager of the bar.


"We're closing up early tonight. The lights go off in about an hour." He told me.

"Alright, I'll just finish this quick drawing.." I said, noticing that the manager was walking away.

I heard the bar door swoosh open and then I turned around. I saw a young-looking guy in a pitch black T-shirt and skinny jeans walking right in my direction. He sat down at the seat next to me, ordering a drink.

He started looking at my drawings through the corner of his eyes, then he looked at me. He was smiling, too.

I looked up at him and smiled.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I teased, giggling.

He laughed. "Gee, someone's in a sassy mood today," He smiled. "Your drawings are really great, by the way. You have a very amazing talent."

"Thanks, my brother taught me a couple years ago!" I told him.

"What's your name, hm?"

"Avery, yours?"

"Harry. That's a lovely name you have, by the way."

"Well, thank you." I smiled.

The waiter came to Harry with his drink.

"Would you like for me to buy you a drink, love?" He asked sympathetically.

"No, thanks. I don't drink."

He glared at me and smirked.

"Coward." He said, grinning while sipping his drink.

"Hey!" I said, slapping his arm jokingly. Whoops, maybe I did it too hard. The drink spilled all over his T-Shirt and a little bit of his jeans.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I yelled. "Here, come! I'll help you get it off!" I said, dragging him to one of the bathrooms.

Thank god they were both empty.

I grabbed some towels and dabbed them softly on his shirt. While I was doing this, he was looking down at me and smiling. He then started playing with my hair.

"Harry, stop. Let me finish fixing your shirt." I laughed.

He didn't stop. Instead, he took a step further and put my bangs behind my ear.

"You're so beautiful." He said with a glaring look.

I stared into his bright eyes and smiled. He leaned in forward, kissing me passionately. I could still taste the slight bit of alcohol in his mouth. There was not a single gap in the kiss. It felt.. amazing.

We looked at each other and smiled, our noses were still touching because of how close we were together.

Just then I remembered that I had to get home in 20 minutes.

"Harry, I have to go. My parents will be mad if I get home late." I told him, frowning.

"Wait! Let me at least drop you off." He insisted.






"Is this your house?" He asked, pointing outside.


He parked in front of my house and looked at me. He leaned in a gave me a quick kiss on the nose.

He took a piece of paper out and wrote down numbers on it.

"Here, it's my number." He said, giving me the paper.

"Sure. I'll text you later, okay? Bye, Harry!" I said, opening the car door and getting out.

"Goodnight, Avery."

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