Harry Styles Imagines

Sexy Bartender

The bar was busy to say the least .it was Friday night, the night coming to life with people laughing and talking about their weekend plans. Luckily for you, you had a great seat at the bar where you had a magnificent view of the sexy bartender. You watched as he prepared the drinks for the anxious customers. You watched as he moved from corner to corner, mixing several types of alcohols and pouring tequila shots. His uniform consisted of black jeans with a nicely fitted black shirt. With every move that he made, his muscles flexed his tattoos on full display. This man was the definition of a sex god. Every girl who came into the bar never failed to try to get with him. Some were lucky enough to spend a night with the sexy bartender. Some, like yourself, weren't as lucky.

It wasn't due to back of conversation. You both were on a first name basis, and he also knew your drink order.it was just the fact that the opportunity never presented itself. He never brought it up, and you weren't going to bring it up either. For now, you just sat in your corner seat and admired him from afar. 'Hey there little lady. Here by yourself?' you heard from your side, sensing the man standing extremely close to you. Putting your drink down and to the side next to the wall, you slowly turned to face him plastering a fake smile on your face. "I'm actually not,' you say. He looked around the bar, pretending to look for someone before his eyes landed on you again. "Well, I don't see anyone here," he says, a disgusting smile spreading on his face. "How do you know if they didn't just go to the bathroom?' you stated, irritated at the fact his still pestering you.

'I've seen you here for almost an hour and not one person has been besides you," he says. Well, that's unsettling. "So, you've been watching me the whole night? ", you ask. Leaning closer, to the point you smell the alcohol on his breath, he whispers, how could I not with a beauty like you." Immediate gag. Before you could answer you hear stacking besides you and the image of the tattooed arm belonging to the sexy bartender. "Everything alright over here? Is he bothering you?" Harry asks while pouring the drink into an empty glass. The intoxicated man steps away from you and asserts his attention to Harry, a huge smirk on his face. "No problem here mate. Just talking to the lovely lady," he says. "So, mind your own business ", he says, your gaze now on Harry, waiting for his reaction to this rude disgusting man.

'Is he bothering you?" Harry says looking at you. "Yes," you say adjusting your seat to face the bar again, dismissing the man. "Oh, come on -we were having such a lovely chat," the man says. You didn't answer him, obviously done with the conversation, "I believe she's done talking with you mate," Harry says, keeping his aggressive gaze on him. "Fuck off mate. This doesn't concern you," the man says moving forward to aggressively grab your arm, pulling you off your seat. "Ow," you yelp, your free hand immediately grabbing the man's hand that's around your arm and instantly digging your nails into his skin.

'You didn't even notice Harry coming around the bar and showing the intoxicating man Off of you. "Get the fuck off of her," Harry says now standing in between you and the man. "And who the fuck do you think you are mate," the man says, aggressively grabbing Harry's shirt and showing him against the wall. By this point, the bar event extremely quiet, bystanders watching what was unfolding in front of them. Harry grabbed the man's shirt as well, blipping them around pinning the man against the wall harshly. Getting close to his face, you hear Harry say," I'm the owner of this fucking bar, that's who I am. Now here's what you're going to do," Harry says, the man now quiet as a mouse and a bit frightened. You're going to apologize to her and mean it. Then, you're going to get the fuck out of my bar. Do you understand?", Harry says. The man looks between Harry and you. Harry shoved him against the wall again, getting impatient with his lack of answer. "I said, do you understand," Harry says with gritted teeth. "Y-yes," the man says. Letting go, Harry steps aside watching the man turn to you, ready to apologize to you in front of everyone. "I-I'm sorry," he says. You simply nod, accepting his apology. "Now get the buck out of my bar, and I better not catch you here again," Harry says.