Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

Time went quick. I was now in my second year of Uni. Life got somewhat better. I made friends at boarding school, friends that I'm still in touch with. I moved to London after school to go to college. Don't ask me why. I don't have the answer. I bar tend to help pay for my apartment, so between work and school I have no time for anyone or anything else.

"What can I get you?" I ask a guy that was staring at the wall with his tattoo arms resting on the bar. He looks up and I am speechless. His hair was a ruffled, curly mess, he's eyes were dull but still the most beautiful green, his lips were plump with a perfect pink color, a white t-shirt hugged his lean torso, and tattoos covered his arms.

"What's the strongest thing you've got?" He asked in a strong monotone.

"Rough day?" I ask.

"Yep."

"Well then, I suggest not getting drunk tonight, then you'll be hungover all tomorrow and tomorrow's only Tuesday," I smile.

"Ugh," he groans, "explain something to me."

"Okay?"

"Why are you women so up tight?"

"Is there a certain reason you're asking me this?"

"Yeah, there's this really hot girl in my office and I wanted to take her out, but she won't have it," he says and slams his head against the bar.

"Well first, if you only like her cause she's hot, then there's no point in taking her out."

"She's not just hot. Okay, hot was a bad choice of words. She's beautiful, kind, always has a smile on her face, she works hard, and-"

"Alright I got it."

"Yeah, so I asked her if she'd go out with me and she said no. Straight up said no," he laughs. "Can I have my drink now?"

I frown, but nod. I hand him a beer and he chugs it within seconds.

"You know what you could try," I begin.

"What?" He asks.

"Be like a secret admirer. Do you show up to work before her?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"Then, when she arrives, have flowers waiting on her desk or some shit."

"I mean I guess I could try. I'm not really the romantic type..." He trails off. "I've never really been in love."

"Never?"

"Well I've had girlfriends, but I'm not sure I exactly loved them. How about you?" He asked, putting his head in his hands, acting interested in my life.

"No," I sighed.

"Hey some day," he smiled. "Thanks for the advice. I'll make sure to come back and let you know how it all works out," he climbs of the bar stool, slapping money on the counter.

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Once the crowd started to die down, I tried to clean up some before I had to go home and get ready for classes.

People were still drinking away and lingering behind.

I was walking to clean off a table, when I tripped on something, stumbling forward. I wobbled a bit and gripped onto the table in front of me. "Fucking shit," I murmured.

I bent down, grabbing the thing I tripped over. It was a wallet. I sighed and grabbed it, heading to the bin full of wallets people have left behind. I looked at the ID on the wallet ad lightly smiled.

It was the guy I had talked to earlier. His picture was of him grinning widely. I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to smile.

Being the nosey person I am, I looked at his ID. He was 24 years old. Only four years older than me. He was born February 1st and his name was Harry. Harry Styles.