My romantic storys

Lady Antebellum - Bartender

I look around the bar from my spot on the bar itself. I have on my favorite dress, a black, short and tight black dress with my black sneakers. My girls, who convinced me to come here tonight, are sitting at a table in the corner and are laughing, I smile at them. They always seem to cheer me up when me and Alex have a fight, we don't fight a lot, but when we do we go at it rough. Don't get me wrong, he never hurts me or cheats or anything like that. But we always fight about him being overprotective over me. When I was in highschool I used to get bullied because I was a little bit bigger then the rest, no I was not fat just had a little more meat on my bones then the skinny girls, and he knows about it because he was the badboy of the school. He was my friend from the moment he found me outside the school below a tree clutching my stomach after they kicked me there. And after a while the bullying got to me and again he found me, in my room with a bottle of pills in my hand just before I was about to take them. He made me see that I have a life to live and a lot of motherfuckers to prove wrong. After that we grew closer to eachother and he asked me on a date. Now three years later we are in our second year of college and we live together in an apartment close to the campus, and he is still as protective as in highschool, it is cute most of the times but I want to live my life without him looking after me all the time. I look at the bartender as he give me the shots and I smile at him.

"He will be better, give him a chance." The bartender says to me and I look at him confused before walking back to my girls who are laughing and are probably drunk already and it's only ten. I look at my best friend her name is Clarissa, but we call her Criss for short. She looks at me amused and I just fake a smile. She, as always, sees right through me and gets up grabs two shots and gives one to me when she stands next to me. I tilt my head backwards and welcome the burning in my throat, before Criss grabs my hand and takes me to the middle of the dance floor right under the disco ball. I want to forget about all of the anger. I want to get a little lost in the noise, in the lights. We dance for what seems like an eternity, I feel a lot of strangers grabbing my waist moving their hips with mine but I just ignore them and keep being goofy with Criss until I feel a familiar set of really strong arms around my waist pulling me to a hard chest. Got I love his muscles. Criss looks at me with worry in her eyes but I just nod at her and she shrugs walking back to our table. I turn around and almost scream with surprise to see a guy I have never seem before trying to kiss me. I put my heel on his foot and he let out an sound of pain.

"What the hell!" The guy groans holding his foot instead of me. The guy gets pulled away from me and I feel safe as soon as I see the blue eyes that I fell for like a brick. They look at me with concern and I just give a small smile as if to say "I'm okay." He nods and I feel butterflies in my stomach as he smiles back. The guy who tried to kiss me looks at Alex and his face becomes a little pale. Alex is like I said a badboy and definitely looks like one too, he has brown hair that falls a little over his ears and like I said dark blue eyes like the sea. Tonight he is wearing a black V-neck and dark blue jeans. The V-neck shows off his great muscular torso and some of his tattoos on his arm. The tattoo is of a wolf howling at the moon, that was his fighters name, Lone wolf.

"Lone wolf?" The guy says in surprise, and I hear a little fear in his voice. It was well known that Alex didn't like guys getting grabby with girls, he was an only child and his mother was his heaven. He adored the woman who raised him all on her one.

"Yes, now would you leave," Alex says his voice cold "or should I make you leave?" The guys eyes went wide and he was gone as the wind. Alex looks at me, a bit afraid.. The lone wolf was afraid of me, well that's a first.. I just rolled my eyes and turned around to go back to my girls, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. I fall to his rock-hard chest, and I look up since he is at least a few inshes bigger then me and glare a him. I see his eyes and feel tears burning in mine. His eyes are full of hurt and sadness, and I can't help but feel heartbroken that he feels like this because of me. I said a few things about not loving him, hating him, not being able to be around him. I mean the normal things you say during a fight. I look at him and he just looks at me. Then out of nowhere the song I'll fight of Daughtry (https://youtu.be/Hj7AI7CRFwI) is playing and I feel my eyes water as he pulls me to him and we start moving to the music. This was the song that played during our first kiss. I burry my head in his chest and let the tears fall from my cheeks. After the song he pulls me from the dancefloor to the hallway where is a quiet erea. We look eachother in the eye for about a second before I feel his perfect lips on mine.

"I'm so sorry.." he whispers on my lips and I smile, a sad one that is, and pull back a bit so I can look into his eyes.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean what I said." I say looking in his eyes. "I was just frustrated, I mean I know you love me and want to protect me, but you just get on my nevers with your overprotection."

"I know.. But I can't help it, I can't help but think that the next time I will be to late.." I know what he is talking about and smile.

"I no longer have those thoughts.." I say looking him straight in the eye.

"You don't?" he asks me with hope in his eyes.

"No, I don't." I say and for some strange reason I know it isn't a lie anymore, and his sigh comes from his toes. (sorry, this is something dutch people say just like: make theat the cat wise. It sounds better in dutch :P)

"Okay.." he says nodding at me and I see happieness in his eyes, I just smile. He pulls me to him and his lips land on mine with so much force I need to hold on to him, because my knees will give out any second. The kiss starts sweetly but then I feel his hand moving down my hips to my butt. I take a step back and he follows until I am with my back to a wall. I put my legs around his waist and he grabs my butt making me gasp. He chuckles at my reaction but as soon as my hips start moving against him that chuckle turns into a groan. His hands glide up my waist again as he puts me down softly not breaking the kiss. Our toungs move in sync and I moan whith pleasure when I feel somthing poking in my stomach. He pulls back a little and I look at him pouting, he smiles and kisses my pout for much shorter then I wanted. He takes my hand in his and pulls me with him back to the dancefloor. His hands find my waist and moves me to the music. I smile at him and start moving my hips myself, my arms fall around his neck and I sway my hips to the music feeling him groan more then I can hear him. I turn around and his hands go to my stomach holding me close to him. I move my hips against his, then bend over before coming back up in a sexy move. His mouth moves to my ear and I shiver as I feel his warm breath against it.

"Lets go.." he says in a hoars voice. I feel a grin on my face as I turn around again, making sure to keep my hips moving against his.

"And why should we do that?" I ask leaning in.

"Because a lot of guys are looking at you, undressing you with their eyes. Well, there is not much to undress.." I look up at him with hurt in my eyes.

"You don't like what I'm wearing?" I ask pulling away a bit. He doesn't look at me but is glaring at the guys around us who dare to look at me longer then three seconds.

"I love what your wearing.. What I don't like is guys having the guts to still undress you with their eyes when I am here." I can't help but smile again, maybe I shouldn't have drank that beer earlier... I think for a second but then I take his face in mine and press my lips on his with a sweet short kiss, well that was my intention. The kiss soon turned into something more heated, but you don't hear me complain. His hands find my hips and pull them closer to him, if that is even possible. I hear a soft groan coming from his throat, and I smile against his lips before pulling back and putting my face in his chest. I keep my head in his chest and enjoy the feeling of his muscular body moving against mine.

We get lost in the noise, in the lights and I look at the bartender smiling at me. And then he holds up a pink bow and arrow before dissapearing into thin air...

Yeeeeeey, I finally got this one done!! I got the inspiration from the music video: Lady Antebellum - Bartender. And I just figured out that Kate Upton plays in this video, so yeah..

I really love this song and because it is my birthday (17-09) I thought I should finish this chapter as a treat (like oreo's or a twix, it is a thing on primairy school here in the Netherlands).

So well, as always, vote comment and of course point out my grammer mistakes!!

-xxx- Cindy