Christian Perri- Human
Panic! At the disco- Miss. Jackson
One Republic- Love Runs Out
Maroon 5- Maps
Cher Lloyd- Sirens
I sat at the bar, drinking shot after shot. I'm supposed to be celebrating with the girls on making the dean's list and finishing up my junior year. I have one more year until I'm a full fledge nurse. I mentally applaud for myself taking those extra classes in high school gaining more credits.
"Another?" Mikey, the bartender asked me. I nod and he smiles already having my shot ready for me. He's tall, tan, some tattoos, dark hair styled up into a quid with pretty gray eyes.
"Mikey, do you have a girlfriend?" I blurted out the alcohol making me more confident.
"Boyfriend?" I hold the shot glass close to my lips hiding my smile behind it, Mikey cheeks flare up red and shakes his head no once again.
The conversation continues to roll on and by the time the clock strikes twelve Mikey know more about me and I about him than I've ever let anyone else know about me. I'm drunk and I needed let some steam off my chest.
"Are you okay to get home?" Mickey asked as I stumbled to the door, I waved him off pushing open the door meeting a cool gust of wind cause me to grip my jacket tighter.
I looked around the streets seeing only few people around before heading towards home. My gaze stayed glued to the sidewalk not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. After only a few minutes of walking, I lean against a brick wall my head filling slightly light making me hunch over and before I know it all that I've drunk to night come up emptying out on the side walk.
"You alright there, kitten?" A familiar voice says from behind me as I struggle to keep myself from falling on my face, dark brown boots come into view and I already know who the belong, too."Go away," I spat, wiping the side of my mouth. I look down at my doc martins seeing them covered in vomit. "Great," I muttered under my breath slipping out of them and walking over to a trash can and tossing them in.
"What are you doing out here so late?" I shrugged my shoulders, shoving my hands into my pockets. He steps towards me and I take a step back more stumble back.
Harry chuckles and reaches out to me grabbing my wrist. "I'll take you home- No." I try yanking my wrist out of his grip only for him to tighten it. I glare at him and he returns it.
"Look you obviously drunk off your ass and I'm too nice of a guy to let you wonder around here drunk." I dryly laugh at him; seriously did he just say he was nice? Last time I checked you don't blackmail people.
"Oh that's rich, so tell me nice guy do you always take blackmail girls you fuck or am I special case?" I sarcastically spoke rolling my eyes at him.
He chuckles and forcefully pulls me into his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I press my hands against his chest pushing back. Our eyes lock together and i feel my stomach doing flips.
His gaze makes me feel as if he can see everything about me, all the scars that are visible and not. "You intrigue me." He says leaning in closer to point where his lips could touch mine at any moment and on the count that I just threw up pretty sure that wouldn't be pleasant.
"You're not going to leave me alone are you?" I raise my brow at him, his lips curl into a smirk knowing I got my answer already.
When I awake in the morning, my head is buzzing and I tossing the covers off of me rushing to the bathroom, emptying my stomach into the toilet.
"Good to see you up," A deep voice says from the door, I raise my hand again flushing the toilet. I groan and lean back against the tub running my fingers through my hair.
"I bought breakfast; join me when you're ready."
What the fuck am I doing? I question myself staring at my reflection in the mirror. Dark bags show under my eyes, I look one foot in the grave, note to self never drink.
A knocking sound comes through the door once again and I glance at it, moving to open it. Harry stands on the other side already dressed. "Your breakfast is getting cold." He says in a low voice, I just stare at him cautiously before fully opening the door.
"I don't eat breakfast." I tell 'em crossing my arms over my chest, stepping past and back into the high ass bedroom. My eyes travel around the room spotting my cloths placed neatly on the dresser.
"Uh where are my shoes?" I look over my shoulder back at him, "You tossed them out after you threw up on them." I nod and pull off the shirt he put on me before slipping back into the cloths I worn last night.
I can feel eyes on me as I moved around the room collecting my things before heading towards the door. I pause and look back at him opening my mouth to say something but I hold back deciding against it.
[Three days later]
I'm back where I was before, same bar talking to Micky once again. This time for a whole new reason, Harry.
Yep, since the day I left his apartment bare footed my mind has tend to wander back to him, unknown reason of course. Maybe it was the way his green eyes haunted me every night in my dreams and even when in awake. Every guy, turned into him it started freaking me out when my old ass professor full blue eyes turned into those enchanting green eyes that send chills through me. I seriously had to fucking leave mid-class and being how I wasn't in the back but in the front it wasn't really easy.
"Ava, want another?" Micky asked, I no sliding my glass towards him deeply sighing."So what's on your mind, babe?"
"A guy," I say tapping my fingers on the counter, a nervous habit I've developed over the years.
"Oh, tell me about him then." Micky sets the glass in front of me and look at it clearly seeing it water instead of whiskey. I don't say anything and just drink it, I don't need any more hangovers.
"He's a complete fucking asshole, with a damn body like a Greek god and eyes that's make a blind woman see. He's tall possible 6'0 or 6'1 I don't need fucking has some legs on him. Chestnut hair that's curly and he has these green eyes that you could get lost in forever. It's damn near impossible to look away." Micky nods continuing to listen to me ramble on and on about Harry by the time I'm done I'm more sober than I was when I walked into this damn bar.
"What did you say his name was?"
"Harry Styles," I plainly say, Mickys face quickly pales, nearly dropping the glass he was cleaning.
"H-Harry Styles?" He repeats and I frown slightly nodding, Micky looks away from me for a second and his eyes seems to land on something behind me.
The bar seemed to fall into hush, I look around and everyone seems to be staring at something or more like someone. I finally look towards the door seeing Harry staring directly at me, along with a few guys behind him. They're all dressed in black as if they're about to commit a crime or something. I turn away facing the bar once again, and Micky is all the way on the other side.
"Seriously?" I huff, glancing down at my empty shot glass. The chair next to me scarps against the wooden floor, the smell of musk and mens body wash fills the spot next to me. "Scotch," he ordered his voice booming off the walls, immediately one of the bartender rush to his aid handing him a closed bottle of scotch. I turn my head staring at him, his shirt is covered in something that it shouldn't be. His knuckles are deeply bruised, "Someone tick you off?" I asked finally tearing my gaze away from his knuckles.
"What makes you say that?" The corner of his mouth tugs in what I believe to be a smile. "Maybe the fact your knuckles look as if the guy you fought went through hell and won't be waking up anytime soon."I carelessly shrug my shoulders, he chuckles before drinking the rest of the bottle of scotch.
He stands from his seat and throws money down on the counter not even bothering to count if it's enough for the bottle, "Let's go." His large hand wraps around my forearm tugging me from my seat and I stumble right into him. I glare up at him and then down at his hand that's still gripping my forearm far too tightly.
"I don't remember saying I was leaving with you," I said, Harry stares at like I've lost my mind and then that smirk of his comes back. He leans down his lips brushing against my ear, chills running down my spine. "We both know you want to come with me," I bit down on my bottom lip feeling his teeth nipping on the sick of my neck dangerously close to my sweet spot.
"Be my good girl and come with me, kitten."
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