My Parents Left Me at a Bar

Gold Road Bar

It was a dark night and the moon was only a tiny speck of yellow in the distance. My family was headed home from my brother's chorus concert. Seeing as we were all starving and my parents felt that they could use a good beer, (or two or three) we decided to stop somewhere to eat on the way home. We quickly find this small restaurant/bar, called the Gold Road Bar. Now before you go all crazy thinking that my parents took their three young children to a bar to eat dinner let me point out that this is not ONLY a bar. It's actually also a little restaurant, the actual club/bar part is below.
Anyway, the food was good. Like, really good. I was literally in fry heaven, those french fries were so good. I also got lucky that night. My parents let me have 2 whole Mountain Dews! (Well, they didn't really know about the second one until it was too late to tell me no.) However, there's a problem with ingesting that much caffeine. It causes the bladder to fill quite quickly. So naturally, as we were walking out, I really needed to pee. So I went, telling my mom to wait for me. She didn't hear me.
When I walk out of the bathroom feeling relieved, I look around for my mom. She's nowhere to be found. I peak my head outside to see if she's waiting out there. She isn't. No one is. In fact, I can't even see our white minivan. So here I am, at a bar alone. You would think that I would do the reasonable thing and call my parents, right. No. I'm not really good at thinking up brilliant ideas like that. I honestly forgot that I even own a phone, despite the fact that I can feel it in the pocket of my jeans. So I jut wander around aimlessly. I don't really pay attention to where I'm going, but I know that I should stay in the Gold Road Bar, my parents always told me to stay where I am when I get lost. I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't even realize that I have made my way downstairs, where the bar is. I spot an open seat and hop up on it, receiving a strange look from the bar tender. He walks over to me.
"Can I help you?" He asks in a sexy British accent, looking at me questioningly as he flips his mop of brown curls out of his eyes, looking fabulous. He looks kind of familiar.
"Got any root beer?" I ask him, trying to sound tough. Hey, you gotta fit in with the crowd, right?
"Yep, any thing else?" He asks, his orbs lighting up as he laughs at my question. It really wasn't that funny, was it?
"No that's it," I say nonchalantly, trying not to draw attention to myself.
He disappears for a second, and then reappears, holding my soda. "Enjoy," he says as he places my drink in front of me.
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By my second root beer, I realize that I need something stronger.
"Hey bartender! You got any Mountain Dew back there! I yell hoping to get his attention.
"Stepping it up a notch are we?" He asks me has hands me the soda.
"Yeah, the root beer just wasn't strong enough for me." I say with a grin.
"Aren't you a little you to be here, anyway?" He asks me. Gosh-darn it! He caught me! I thought I could pass for 21! He uses his mesmerizing orbs to stare into my soul for a little while before he adds, "You only look, like, 12."
At that my mouth drops open. Oh he did NOT just go there! "For your information I am 15 and a half!" I yell at him before realizing that I had just admitted to being a minor. "Oh shiznickle!" I mutter under my breath. He raises an eyebrow at me.
"15, huh. You do realize that you are still underage, right?" He says while smirking at me.
"But you're not going to say anything because I'm not drinking anything bad, though right?" I say giving him my sweetest, most flirtatious smile.
"I guess I won't, for now. What's your name, anyway?" He asks smirking once again. Boy this guy sure likes his smirking.
"Kylie," I say, giving him a thankful smile. "What's your name?"
"Harry." Then it clicks. I know exactly where I've seen him before! He's Harry Styles! I am currently having a conversation, alone in a bar, with the Harry Styles from One Direction! I let out a loud squeal, causing half of the people in the bar to cover their ears.

A/N BA-BAM!