Chapter 4: The approach

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Alicias POV: i could feel the tasteless stares all around and the scent of liquor filled my lungs, smoke and cigars were lit and shots of taquila were handed out around the room. I refused politely and stepped away from the center of the bar into a small corner.

The lights suddenly dimmed and a single spotlight shone on a mic stand and chair, people started cheering as the same young man who was in the ally came out, guitar strapped on his back and a flashy smile gave the girls enough to scream at a pitch only dogs could hear. Stepping out even further into the shadows, i quickly sat down at an empty table and intently watched the boy make his way to his chair

"Hello everybody, i'm niall, welcome to the lookies bar, hope everyone has a damn good time tonight" he smiles that dazzling smile at the crowd, girls again dog pitch a screech.  

"Here's an original written by yours truly, here we go!"  

the lights dimmed as he began strumming his guitar lightly. 

"Oh you've got me sick, honey you are like a drug, i always want to tell you love, i need you, your the one that i never again wanna see go. . ."  

the song stayed in my head through the others.

"Hey there sexy" i felt cool breath filled with alcohol on my cheek, i froze. For an instant it almost felt like when i was home, the horror scenes filled my mind as i quickly jumped up and ran for the bathrooms. I threw myself into a stall and sobbed quietly until the atrocious images left my head. I suddenly felt like i was being followed, i peered out of my stall to find that young man slumming up against the wall humming softly, staring intently at me. Niall i think his name was.

"What do you want?" i asked coldly 

"just to check and see if you were alright you seemed upset"  

"im fine" 

"sure you are" 

"i am!" 

"of course, im not that stupid" 

"you dont know anything about me!" and with that i whirled out of the bathroom and into the bar now in full swing. I dodged the drunk dancers and flew into the streets. It was freezing as i ran to sams house and changed, i ate some chicken and pulled back on my now clean clothes, scribbled a note then took off. forever.

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