Cocktails and Cigarettes

When Bethany has relationship problems, she finds comfort in going to clubs and drinking. So what happened when she begins to shadow Lou Teasdale? Will her and Harry hit it off, or will she push him away because the cocktails and cigarettes bring her more comfort? *Includes self harm references/actions, cursing, sex, smoking, and alcohol*


5. Ch. 5


Seeing Harry became a weekly occurrence at the club every Friday. We would never do more than talk. I don't know what it was, but he was very easy to talk to. It came to the point where I only went out Fridays to see Harry instead of going out to get drunk on cocktails than to smoke some cigarettes since I tried to keep those as a Friday thing.

One Friday, halfway through August, I was standing in front of my mirror, looking at myself. I was in my gold sparkly dress and black heels. Normally I wouldn't care about what I looked like but I knew Harry was going to be at the club tonight so I wanted to look extra nice. After about ten minutes, I decided I looked good enough and walked over to my money jar. I reached in and pulled out the cash for getting to the club. I was there enough I knew how much it cost to get there in one trip. I shoved the money down my dress and walked outside. I hailed a cab and climbed in. I gave the driver the address and sat back as we drove. When we arrived, I tossed the money on the front seat and climbed out of the cab. The bouncer waved to me, allowing me in right away instead of waiting on line since he knew me.

"Welcome back, Bethany." He said to me.

"Thanks Charles." I said. I flashed him a quick smile as I walked in. When the bouncers see you enough, you tend not to have to use your fake ID as much because they think you are who you say you are.

I walked over to the bar and propped myself on the stool. The bar tender slid a drink my way. I smiled and nodded at him. He smiled back before going to take someone else's order. I slowly sipped my drink, lost in thought.

"Well, look who it is?" I looked up as Harry took a seat next to me. "You also look very nice." I felt myself begin to blush. He too looked insanely good. He had black dress pants on, black shoes, and a white shirt tucked into his pants but you could tell the shirt was thrown on last minute. This was his normal Friday outfit but every time I saw him in it, it had more of an impact on me. I bit my lip as I took another sip of my cocktail.  

"You don't look too bad yourself." I pointed out. Harry flashed a half smile, making me have to catch my breath.

"Do you have any problems you need to get out tonight?" Harry asked sarcastically. I giggled as I felt a pair of hands touch my sides.

"How’d you get in here babe?" I tensed up at the sound of Peyton's voice.

"Hello Peyton..." I said slowly. Harry turned away slowly.

"Who's this?" Peyton asked as he took a seat on the other side of me.

"I don't know." I said slowly, hoping I sounded sure of myself.

"So he's some random guy you planned on fucking?" Peyton demanded.


"You know what, go ahead. I want to join in though." Peyton said as he leaned in and kissed my neck slowly. I shivered and my eyes darted over to Harry. He was awkwardly looking around. When his eyes landed on mine, I tried to get my eyes to plead for help.

"You're a sick perv..." Harry mumbled.

"Excuse me?!" Peyton demanded, tearing his lips from my neck.

"You heard me." Harry mumbled. "Excuse me." He got up and walked away. My eyes followed him because he just looked so good.

"So you like him?"

"I don't like him." I pushed.

"That's a load of bullshit."

"No it isn't! He just came up and started talking to me first!"

"Yeah, okay. Let me know when you feel like being a good girlfriend." Peyton got up and stormed out. I sighed and put my face in my hands. I could’ve yelled after him telling him to call me when he felt like being  good boyfriend but I didn’t want to cause a scene since most of the people here recognized me and Harry as together and I didn’t want that to get back to Peyton.   

I was trying so hard not to start crying. I threw some money on the counter for my drinks and stumbled out of the club. I honestly couldn't handle this. Seeing Peyton on dates, just the two of us was fine but as soon as you put him in a clubbing situation, he turns all abusive and mean. He never trusted me and it hurt me more than I let show. He honestly wasn't the same Peyton I met when I first moved here a couple years ago. The Peyton I met was sweet and caring; this Peyton was nasty, mean, and controlling.

I fell back against a wall and started digging through my purse to find my cigarettes. When I found them, I lit one and took a long drag. I closed my eyes and the smell and taste of the smoke consumed me.

I took a few more drags before I opened my eyes. When I finally opened my eyes, I jumped almost fifty feet. Harry was standing in front of me, watching me intently.

"Can I help you?" I asked slowly. Harry nodded slowly.

"What's your name...?" Harry whispered. I pressed my lips together, not wanting to answer. "Please? We've meet once a week for a month and a half and I still don't know your name. You know mine...and I know almost everything about you, but... I want to know your name...I want to know more about you." I took another drag, afraid to tell him. I don't know why I was afraid to tell him but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. He was only a boy at a bar to me...that was it. 

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