Infatuated

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|Suggested Song| > Lights and Camera by Yuna

Arriving at Baldwin Street I walked in Molloy's sitting in my usual bar stool waiting for Christina, with soft music playing in the background and some singer setting up. Huh, I guess they are having a performance tonight. I truly love this place it's usually calm and cozy. I come here so often that I know the manager and the owner, Mr. Molloy himself.

"Hey, hey ,hey "

"Hey Christina"

"So I'm guessing you want your usual?"

"Yep"

"Moonlight Burst coming up" she said grabbing the wash cloth and the liquor bottles.

This was my usual drink, a mix of vodka and whiskey with some tangy strawberry and passion fruit syrup.

"So should I ask why you came this time or..?"

"You know the same thing as always Jen and Edward fighting and it's always something so stupid."

"Gotcha, but please at least try not to over do it like you did last time" she said
Last time I was here I was drunk off my ass and made a huge mess crying and singing on the small stage. I was so embarrassed after Christina told me everything that happened the next day.

"Ok ok I be careful maybe only 4 this time"

"That's fine, oh did you hear that this lad named Niall will be performing tonight" she mentioned

"Oh I figured that there would be a performance, I mean I saw the stage".

"Well here's your drinks Julie, I'll be back" she said with a wink and left.

I sat on the bar stool replaying tonight's events, hundreds of thoughts consumed my head as I chugged my first glass down and grabbed my second one. I suddenly hear the mic turning on an a light Irish voice speaking...

"Um hello there everyone my name is Niall and I will be singing for you guys tonight, um give me one minute everyone".

He seem like a nice looking fellow, blond hair pulled into a quiff with some washed out jeans and a simple black T, and some cool blue eyes. As he step of the stage he approached lad with brown hair in the same quiff, with outstanding tats on his arms, also with a simple white t and some dark jeans. If I might say so myself they were both quite attractive. The Niall fellow grabs the mic from him and steps back on stage. The mic squeaks a bit before he begins to speak.

"This is Don't Believe What's on the TV by Twenty One Pilots, hope you enjoy."

Once he began to sing I was in awe, he had a light funny feathery voice, although you could still hear his light Irish accent.

I turned back around and kept drinking and listening to his voice. After a while I felt a tipsy and tried looking at my watch, hopelessly failing because everything seemed completely blurry.
I decide to ask the guy next to me...

"Hey excuse what time do you have?" I spoke slurring my words slightly.

"Oh it's half past 12" he said

"Shit"

"Is everything okay" the stranger said

"Yea I'm fine" totally not true but who cares right.

I left the money on the counter have no clue of what I pulled out, grabbing my keys I turn around once more to see the Niall lad flash a white smile to the crowd and packing up to leave. I begin walking out the door and step out side. I immediately notice that pour down of rain falling on to the cold dark streets. Stopping my car I take off to make a run for it. Big mistake there because I lost my balancing on the wet ground and closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the cold, wet, ground. Instead I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist holding me mid-fall. As he helped me up he spoke...

"You okay there love". A husky thick British accents spoke, as I stood there only stunned.

"Um... yea thank you"
I spoke slowly turning around to his green piercing eyes staring directly into mine. I must admit I was both intimidated and turned on.

"No problem, but was a pretty face doing outside alone at this time?"

"Um nothing thank you but I have to go" I said slowly turning to walk away.

"Well take care then" he said smiling showing off his dimples.

"Thanks" I said walking towards my car. Taking one last glance I see him walk inside Molloy's, softly smiling to myself I pull off into the street and drive back to the house.