Harry Styles; Short Story Imagines

Their Guitarist (Pt 2)

(ignore the bracelets and the bucket hat😭)

2013.

Max Hillers

"Quick!" Ava groans.

"Fucking wait!" I struggle to speak as I attempt shove my blue Jordan's on in one go. As soon as I tie my last lace, I felt myself getting forcefully pulled up and pushed out of the house.

"Damn, okay."  I stumble on my feet as she quickly and aggressively speed walks towards the car, her heels slamming against the floor in the process.

She shoves herself in the car as I follow her in the passenger seat, "Why is this so important? We go there, like, almost every week."

"Bro, Joshua is going there! Of course we need to go faster!" She drives, making me roll my eyes. Of course it's Joshua, that little fuck. She's had a crush on him for about a year now.

"Wait, so you think by going faster...you're gonna have a chance with him?" I furrow my eyebrows as she nods in certainty. "Ava, I hate to break it to you, but you can't."

"You don't think I'm good enough?" She pouts, darting her head between the road and I.

My eyes widen. I completely turn my body to look at her. "No! No! Of course not. That's not what I meant." I sigh, unable to explain what I want to say and just give up, "But he only uses girls for their body, I don't want that happening to you. If he pulls any shit like that to you then I'll-"

"I know, I know." She interrupts, a small smile on her face.

"Well, I'm glad we're all aware." I shrug.

After a while, we finally reach where we wanted to be in the first place. I didn't bother dressing up because I was too lazy, so I just shoved random clothes on. Ava, however, was dressed well. A red silky short dress with black heels and her hair down was what she was wearing. I've got to admit, she looked hot in it. She always does, she just doesn't give herself enough credit.

She sighs in relief as we enter the bar, it smelling like sex, sweat and alcohol as usual, "You go shoot your shot. I'll be back there with Alex."

She squeals and kisses my check as I make a face, giving her a fake encouraging smile. I sigh as she turns around and gets lost in the bar and I make my way towards the bartender, "Hi, Alex."

"How's my lovely girl doing on this fine nigh-" He examines in my face, "Uh-oh. What's wrong?"

I sigh, "Just Ava. I'm telling her how Joshua isn't worth her time-"

"Ah, ah." He raises a hand, making me shut up, "I got it. You told Ava how Joshua wasn't good for her because he only uses girls for their bodies and doesn't give a shit about people and he is basically a man whore."

I just nod, covering my face in my hands, glad that he already knows without me explaining it to him. "I just hope she knows what I mean, you know?"

Alex nods to himself. "Well, nothing a glass of tequila can't fix." He passes a glass of tequila my way. I smile at him weakly before we both chuckle.

I take it my way and gulp it down. My eyes shutting at the burning sensation. Alex was the father I never had. I remember coming here with Ava for the first time and not feeling comfortable, but Alex made me feel so comfortable and welcomed. After that, this was almost our second home.

"So, did you find yourself a job yet?" He puts his hand under his chin, elbow resting on the table, genuinely ready to hear me out.

"I don't like doing anything except guitar and my Grandma wants me to become a lawyer, but I don't want to." I shrug.