Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 41

FAITHLYN'S POV

The concert was supposed to start in an hour. It was a little bit passed six P.M. and the purple tickets said seven. Harry was stood at the bar waiting for the clueless bartender to make two drinks. Of course, he looked over twenty-one already, but in case he got carded he kept a fake I.D. in his wallet.

At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted to drink tonight, but this trip has been a rollercoaster of emotions and I knew that both of us wanted to let loose and have fun at this concert. I don't want to ruin our happy moods again like I have this morning and yesterday. I feel bad for bringing up our problems all the time, but he needs to know that I will not put up with anymore of his shit. I'm sick of him taking all of my trust that I have granted him and stepping all over it.

He comes back to our small little table with two drinks in his hands. A beer and a glass cup of a pinkish substance in it. He saw my questioning expression and answered before I could speak.

"It's a margarita." He states, sliding the glass over to me as he takes a sip from his beer bottle.

I take a sip as well from the glass, the drink being a bit too strong for my liking and the burn slides down my throat, but I like the fruity flavor mixed with it. I wasn't going to ask Harry to take it back because I couldn't handle my alcohol, but he is clearly watching me and waiting for my reaction to the drink.

"I like it."

"Really," He raises his eyebrows, "not too strong for you?" He inquires before taking another gulp from the beer bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing up at down as he takes big swigs.

"No." I lie and he knows I'm not telling the truth.

"So you wouldn't mind if I ordered you another one?" He smirks and nods his head to the bar that was completely surrounded by people thirsty for alcohol.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

He chuckles. His smile growing as well as mine, "I just want you to have a nice time."

I think for a second. Do I even want to get drunk? I mean, maybe a little buzzed, but I want to at least remember this day tomorrow.

"Don't be gone too long." I say before sipping through the straw of my drink.

There was an evident playfulness between the both of us. The mood of the day changing for the thousandth time. This morning was going so well until I said that I didn't forgive him for everything he did last week. I saw the shame and sadness that he carried in himself before he went off to shower. I felt so guilty for making him feel that way. But God, what am I suppose to do? He is the one that is hurting me when he acts like I am hurting him.

I love that boy to pieces, but he drives me insane.

I scanned him from afar as he waited to get another drink. I was surprised that he even owned a different color pair of skinny jeans besides black. They looked nice on him for a change. His black sweatshirt was something different as well. He hardly ever wears jackets or anything. He always just wore tshirts. He pulled and plucked at his silver lip ring as he waited once again for the bartender to make another drink.

I looked around the rest of the venue. Unlike some concerts, there were no seats  on the floor for people to sit and watch the performers. There was only concrete and a small metal gate that separated the stage from the floor along with a line of big bulky security guards with harsh faces staring at nothing. As of now, there were hardly any people standing as close as they can get to the stage, most likely because people are too lazy to stand for a good hour before anybody plays.

Before I knew it, I was on my fourth margarita and my mind felt a little fuzzy. Harry was on his fourth drink as well, but we weren't standing at our table anymore. The show was about to start so we made our way through the crowd of people. Me being very small, I could fit through the small openings that I saw and slithered my way to the front. Harry's fingers intertwined with mine as he didn't give a shit about knocking people out of the way as he followed me because he wasn't so small.