Is It Worth It?

2 Edward Wright

(Riya pov)

I drove along roads not knowing where I was going. Didn't really need to know that. I was there for the climate and I did not miss a chOnce to take it all in. As the sun bid it's goodbye for a day, the sky blushed.. so red, the trees chuckled. It'd been a week since my new song 'You again' came out on YouTube. I was thinking about the song I started writing yesterday. I hummed along the tune my fingers tapping the steering wheel.

It started drizzling and I realized how cold it was getting outside. I didn't realize the time that flew by.
Shit. It's late. 11.50 pm and I dunno where I am. Chris is gonna be over the moon when I get home. I turned my car and realized I drove myself to the end of the town. Amazing. I had to get back before Chris realizes... Wait he hadn't called yet.. Either he was too bus with Camille or thought I was at Jenn's Or forgot about me.. As I sped up the rain became heavy. I couldn't drive anymore, so I slowed down searching for a spot to pull up and wait till the force of the rain reduces.

'Lowhill Bar and Restaurant '

I saw the board and pulled over. It was already 12 am.Chris and I have been here a couple times but that was long back.
The rain did it's best to drench me within the few steps I took from my car to the bar. I sat on the bar stool checking my phone.

"I asked for another round Mister. Whoever Behind The Bar Man" the boy,much of a man who sat beside me shouted.

"I am sorry sir. But I've been asked not to give you anymore. Can you please wait sir?They will be here for you any minute. "said the bartender as he sighed.

The remaining two people who were in the bar were already leaving. The Restaurant on the other side had a couple of table filled. They didn't really let me in there, they said they were closing. Only the bartender understood I was just seeking shelter from the rain.

" You have been asked... you have been asked to...you can tell whoever that asked you that I am finding myself another Mister. Really nice whoever behind the bar gentleman. It was not nice meeting you" he said, barely able to spell the words out of his mouth yet got his shot at perfectly annoying the bartender.

He got of his stool and seemed to walk in his own direction to reach the door. The bartender cam running over trying to get him back to his seat but failed miserably as they both tripped.

"Oh god" I sighed. I was late and the rain hadn't stopped and Chris has not seen my text yet, I can't drive back nor have a drink. I was pissed enough to help miserably drunk unknown grown ass men.

The bartender looked at me miserably
" A hand please? "

I rolled my eyes and got up to help him, help him get up. Both of hims who are complete strangers and this could all be a drama to rob me or probably kidnap. Perfect.

I held the arm of the fallen one and the bartender held the other. We both lifted him up. I put my arm around his waist getting him to balance. He laughed hysterically. I stared up straight at the bartender.

"Uhmm... I am Benk ,the bartender and you are?.. Uh.. Sorry. He is really drunk so.. Oh .. Thankyou.. Uf.. Sorry" he said with helplessness overflowing his eyes.

"I am Riya and can we place this spoiled rat down sir? " I asked with a rise in my voice.

" Spoiled rat huh? Not really a fan are you? Or did you no--"

Benk was cut by the drunk's hysterical laugh once again as he yelled "pOtaToes! Ah! poTaEtoes they are" pointing his finger to the wall. As he did, he collapsed again but Benk had a tight grip on him. He put his arm around my waist with a firm hold for balance.

I shot up my eyes up at this man as he tried to fall over me.

"Excuse yourself. Are you f--"

Oh my god .

I was so annoyed by his drunk attitude that I freaking didn't look at him!

He had his curls hanging below his chin. As he gripped me tight I noticed the freaking rings of gold and silver color. They were a bold statement. He was wearing his white shirt unbuttoned down to..oh his tattoos...upon which lay a black tie not so neat yet it perfectly clung on his bare chest. The skinny black jeans and boots. Gawwdd. I looked up and through his curls there it was, his ocean blue eyes flashing at me. His lips moved to say something.. either they failed or I went numb.

How much of a dumb can I be?

That was Edward freaking Wright in front of me. Much more ,looking at me with our hands around each other's waist.

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Hope you liked this chap. Hope it wasn't boring.This is my first writing so pls bear with me..

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