You Should Be With Me (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 94: Bartender (Harry's POV)

I was alone at the bar, drunk and so so alone. The fact that Look After You by The Fray was playing as background music made the mood more gloomy.

"Can I get you anything else?," said the sexy bartender. Her lipgloss shimmered under the dark lighting.

"Just another shot. Thanks babe," I simply said.

Alannah was engaged to Nick. When that stupid, god awful ring shinned into my eyes, everything came crashing down. The studio session was a nightmare. I didn't tell the lads what I saw. Not my fucking place.

I drowned my sorrows in the 5th shot of the night. I had to find a distraction. Anything, anyone. I scanned around the room looking for any girls. There were mostly men, and the women that were here were accompanied by men. I sighed and ordered another shot. At this point, I was clearly intoxicated.

"Wow, you sure know how to hang," said the same bartender.

"Haha, yep."

"What's wrong, hun? You've been mooping since you've got here."

"Ehh, it's complicated."

She laughed and shook her head.

"You have no idea how many times I've heard that. Come on, I don't bite. Let me be your nightly therapist."

I shook my head and chuckled before I downed my shot.

"You need another one before telling me the story?"

She got out the bottle and poured it before I could even answer. I looked at her and thanked her. Took it and before I knew it, I started blabbing away.

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"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I got left at the alter two years ago. As soon as we were about to say our 'I dos', he took off with my best friend," she said.

"Esh, sorry to hear that."

   We had talked for a good hour. She heard everything I had to say without interrupting me. The bar was about to close for the night. She grabbed her belongings and we made our way to the door.

"Bye Jim, see you tomorrow," she said to her boss before we walked out the door.

I had taken another three shots. Making it a total of 10 for the night. The affects were starting to kick in. I was walking from side to side, nearly stumbling over my own feet.

"You know, I never got your name," she said.

"I'm Harry."

"Shelly," she said, extending her hand.

Shaking hands, I noticed how cold her hands were. She threw on her jean jacket and shivered a bit. I took my jacket off and draped it over her. She thanked me with a smile. I hadn't noticed her blue eyes until she looked up to me. I cleared my throat out of nervousness.

"How are you getting home?" I asked.

"Oh, I live a few blocks away. I usually just walk."

"It's really late to be walking home alone. I'll walk you home."

"Oh, it's fine. It's not a bad neighborhood."

"I insist."

      I walked her home, and one thing led to another. I was drunk out of my mind, but something about being around her felt good. I felt a relief. I had forgotten what had happened with Alannah for a little while.