Half Hearted

(Harry Styles)


3. Club - part 2

I'm not very good at parties, or socializing. So the night didn't exactly go well.

I got drunk out of my mind, which left me vulnerable to the club-goers. Several other drunk-out-of-their-mind people decided to try to take advantage of me; but since I was less drunk (not by much), I was able to keep them off me for the most part. 

It had been hours since my last conversation with Haley, and I hadn't realized I was supposed to be home two hours ago."Shit." I whispered under my breath. I started to panic, and scrambled to get my purse in order so I could find me keys. And then I realized that I lost my fake ID. "Shit." I curse again.

My first thought was to go to the bar. I ran as fast as my 4 inch heels would let me, and yelled to the bartender. He looked about 19, but I knew that couldn't be right.

"Can I help you?" he questioned, he had a confused look on his face. Granted, I yelled quite loud.

"Yeah actually I left my ID."

"I'll check for it, name?" he responded.

"Wait, what?"

"I need your name." He chuckled a bit.

"Uh, um..." I was f-cking blowing it.

"Don't worry, kiddo. I got it. You've got your picture on it." he said, pulling out my fake ID out of the shelf underneath the bar. When he slapped it onto the counter, he left his hand on it, so I was unable to pull it from him. Then, he pulled out another card. "You might also want to keep track of your actual ID."

My driver's licence. How could I have been so oblivious?

"You're not gonna report me?" I asked him., and he shook his head in return.

I nodded to thank him, and began to walk to the front door.

"Hey, kiddo," he called out. I paused walking to turn to him. "There's about three-hundred teenage girls out there. Are you sure you wanna go out front?"

I just looked at him.

"Lemme take you out back." he offered, waving for me to follow him. He murmured into a walkie-talkie that was clipped on his collar, telling whoever was on the other side to come take over the bar. 

The guy led me to a door in the far back of the club, where a few people were making out in booths.

"I never caught your name." I told the guy.

"Jacob." he answered.

"Thank you for helping me, Jacob." He looked at me, and I couldn't help but smile, he seemed so happy to be helping me.

"No problem. I'm here every Friday night if you ever come in, come say hi." he said, blushing. "Okay, just go through these doors, there's a hallway on the right side a little ways down behind a little red door. Just follow that hallways and you'll find the back door."

"Sounds good. Thanks again." I said, and he disappeared without another word.


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