Stay With Me

One of Movella's Top Ten Best 1D Fanfics!
http://www.movellas.com/blog/show/201409011651203171/ten-of-the-best-1d-fanfics
Harry and Mae both feel lonely, but for different reasons. Harry is missing something he's struggling to find. Mae has a boyfriend, but she can't figure out why their relationship doesn't satisfy her.
Harry finds companionship, but is quickly turned away, empty again. Mae doesn't see a legitimate reason to breakup with her boyfriend, so she doesn't. When Harry and Mae are thrown together through music, will they find what they're missing?
*This story was inspired by the song Stay With Me by Sam Smith.

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1. Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one-night stand

As the boys explode in another burst of laughter, I smile, then take the opportunity to duck away, headed for the counter. I pull my journal out of my coat pocket and flip to an empty page. The brown leather is cold and I turn the pages slowly, glancing at the different things I’ve written, remembering what inspired my writing and the stolen, secret moments I’d taken to write in my journal.

When I get to a blank page, I pull my pen out of my pocket and tap it against the counter as I think. It’s freezing out. I miss LA. I wish I didn’t have to wear the coat-especially since it's only the end of summer-that I was somewhere warm, but I'm grateful because it means I can stash my journal in it.

I keep taping the pen against the counter. I need to find some inspiration. And it's loud in here. And dark. Those who aren’t talking in clusters are sat in a booth or dancing. I don't feel like doing any of it at the moment. Usually I enjoy being out and socializing, but tonight loneliness is eating at me. Everything the boys say reminds me of how alone I am. It has nothing to do with what they've actually been saying, I'm just in one of my moods.

“Harry, why aren’t you having any fun?” Niall asks me.

I hadn’t realized he was behind me. I slide my journal back into my coat casually. “I was going to order a drink,” I lie.

“Ah,” he answers, glazing right over everything. “It's about time ya did.” He slaps his hands on the counter next to me, leaning over it, which would have startled me if it wasn’t already so loud in here. “Hey, bar keep, where are ya?” he calls.

A moment later a man is standing in front of us. “What can I get ya?” he asks in an American accent.

“Get us two beers, would ya?” Niall asks.

“Sure thing,” he responds and disappears for a moment before bringing two glasses back with him.

“You’re from America?” I ask as he sets them down in front of us. I’d much rather talk to this stranger for a few minutes than chug the beer and head back to the group with Niall. If Niall thinks I’m being social, he’ll quickly get bored and rejoin the boys and I can get back to my journal.

“Yes,” answers the man.

“What are you doing in London?” I ask.

“Working at a bar,” he says with a chuckle.

I let out a laugh along with him. “What part of America are you from?” I ask.

Just as I suspected, Niall is gone in a moment, beer in hand. I hear his laughter behind me as he rejoins the group. 

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