Saved (a harry styles fan fic)

Part 4

Harry and I babbled on and on for hours. But before we knew it, it was 1:00 am. The bar was empty and Kaleanne had gotten a ride home from the handsome boy she was flirting with. Harry was cleaning dishes, lathering them with soap and dipping his large hands inside with a towel.

"Well, I've got to close up. But, talking to you was amazing. Can I see you again, love?"

"I would love that, Harry."

I whipped out a small piece of paper and pen from my tiny black purse. I jotted down my number, carful to add a heart to the corner of the paper. When I finished writing, I slid the paper across the bar to harry.  

"Call me." I said sending a wink in his direction. Harry's prominent dimples shown through as he chuckled to himself at my attempt to be flirty.

"Let's go out tomorrow night. I'll text you."

"Okay." I said, a bit surprised at him being so straight forward. 

I began to hop out of my hair and walk out of the bar.

"Bye Ally."

"Bye Harry."

We exchanged a hand shake while his eyes penetrated mine, and cutely winked, making me blush a light red. 

I slowly walked out of the bar, feeling Harry's eyes on my back, watching me as I exited the building. The smell of alcohol slowly faded from my nose as I drove away.  

When I arrived back at my flat, I shed my clothes from my restless body and slipped into a comfortable pair of sweat pants, and a grey tank top. I soon after I cocooned myself in my sheets,and drifted off into a blissful sleep.

Harry's POV

After I finished locking up the pub, I slipped out the back door to get to my car. I sauntered up to the door, whipping out my keys jangling in front of me. When out of the corner of my eye, I spot a shadow moving towards me. I felt the figure coming up behind me and my first reaction was to throw a punch, so I shifted my body around throwing my devastating fist into the figure's stomach. The man's upper body fell while is arms flew to cover his stomach while shrieking out a cry on pain. As the figure stumbled into the light, I realized who it was.

"Grant?! What the hell where you thinking? You scared the crap out of me!" 

"Sorry mate, I came back to see if you were uhh coming back to the casino... Seeing as you owe Charlie some pretty big digits."

"Listen Grant, I've kicked you out of this place once, and I'll do it again... And I'll have the money!" Just give me time."

"Time is barely an option Harry. And you know Charlie is a very impatient man.. I wouldn't hold off too long."

Grant swiftly turned around and exited the back parking lot of the pub. Leaving me there to contemplate my next move. I hated what I've gotten myself into. Illegal Gambling has been a problem of mine for a while now, and paying back the money? An even more massive problem.