Night: Harry Styles

Chapter Three

I arrived at work later that night with my head in the clouds. All day the only thing I thought about was the note. I couldn't think of anyone who would send that to me, I hadn't made many friends since I moved here and I hadn't had a boyfriend since I was 17. 

"Carmen," Melissa called from behind the counter. "I'm working with you tonight!" 

I smiled politely at her. "Great." I didn't mean to be rude, really, but I was still thinking about the note. Who could've sent it? An idea began to form in my head. What if it was the weird man from the night before? I then realized how ridiculous that was when I tried to think of how he would've found my address. I was looking to far into it, the sender had probably got the address wrong. 

But a feeling in my gut told me that was less believable than what I originially thought. 

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I was busy cleaning off the tables when Seth tapped my shoulder. 

"You'll  be dancing two shifts instead of one tonight." he told me.

"Why?" I frowned. As much as I hated bartending, It beat dancing for two shifts. 

"Another request." He said with an odd look on his face. "I don't mean to meddle in your life but have you, uh, met a special someone?"

I felt my cheeks heat up. "No...why?" 

"I was just trying to figure this whole thing out, I mean no ones really ever requested this kind of stuff."

"Why do you let them?" I asked. 

"They're paying me a bunch of money." Seth spoke honestly.

"I better see some of that extra money in my pay check this week for these two shifts." I threatened him jokingly. He just shook his head and laughed, walking away. 

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Once the night began, I forgot about the request and the notes and what they had to do with the green eyes. I admit, between songs I found myself searching the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. I pushed back the slightly dissapointed feeling I got after 11. I had no reason to be dissapointed.

At 12:30, I saw a tall figure enter the club and I held my breath until he came into the lights. When he did, my heart jumpstarted and I watched as he sat down in his chair from the previous night. His eyes moved around the stage until they landed on me. A smirk settled in on his face as he leaned back in his chair, nodding once at me. My breathing picked up as I looked away to escape his wandering eyes. 

"Hey do you think you could tell Seth I was feeling sick?" I asked the girl next to me, hurridly. "If he asks, I mean." 

"Yeah, sure...you okay?" she asked, but I ran off the stage before she got her answer. I held my thoughts back until I could think without his eyes burning two holes in my back.

Once I was hidden behind the brick wall that seperated the stage and the dressing rooms, I began to let my thoughts race. They ran together, making it hard to give one thought. Why was I acting so weird? What was it about this guy that got me so worked up? Before I could try to slow my mind down and process my thoughts, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I spun around quickly, my eyes as big as saucers. 

"Miss, Mr. Styles is requesting your presence."

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