(Original Author: http://www.quotev.com/breakmelikeapromise )
*Haley's P.O.V.*
Around eleven, we pulled up to a small bar on a random corner somewhere near the alley where Niall and I had shared our first kiss. I smiled at the location, wonderful memories floating into my mind as we exited the van. I clung to Niall's hand tightly. I had never been in a bar before, so you can't really blame me for being a little scared. He just smiled at me in amusement. I stuck my tongue out at him as we entered. It was dark and music was thudding softly in the background. There was a good amount of people there, but not too many. It smelled weirdly, like baking bread almost. It certainly didn't smell very good. Oh well, maybe I'd get used to it.
You know those times when you just see a person and automatically you just hate them for no rational reason? Well as I entered the bar, hand in hand with Niall, I experienced that. She was about my height, had long, curly brown hair and brown eyes. She was pretty pale, but it was that weird, colorless and no freckles kind of pale. Unlike me, whose cheeks never stopped being red and who had freckles sprinkled over the bridge of my nose. I'm not quite sure why I disliked her so much, but it probably had something to do with the fact that she seemed to be eyeing Niall from the minute we walked through the door. That tends to bother girls. I clung to his arm, hiding the possession from everyone but the bitch.
I followed everyone over to the bar and let go of Niall and sat in between him and Liam as everyone (besides Dani, Liam, and me of course) ordered. I kept checking over my shoulder to see if she was still checking out Niall, and the majority of the time she was. There are plenty of desperate guys here, hon. Go drool over them! I screamed at her mentally.
"I'M OVER THE MOO-OON!" Harry, Louis, and Niall were chorusing the Cher Lloyd song, obviously very drunk, making me crack up. I've never seen people actually drunk. Sure when my parents went to parties the adults were laughing more than they should, but it was nothing like this. I noticed that Derek wasn't drinking either, but then I remembered the reason they moved here in the first place. He probably swore to soberness a long time ago.
I looked over my shoulder again, checking to see if she was looking again. But she wasn't there. I looked around the room and didn't see her. She must've left, I decided. Good, I've needed to piss for the last hour. "I'm going to the bathroom," I told Liam. I thought it was safe to go now since there weren't any sluts goggling my boyfriend. Well, no one who was being too obvious at least. He nodded in acknowledgment. I started walking toward the restrooms, but Niall stopped me.
"Can I come?" he slurred. I giggled and shook my head. Silly little drunk boy.
"No no, that's okay," I chuckled as he grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him.
"You sure?" he asked. The smell of alcohol was on his breath, but it wasn't unbearable. I nodded, still grinning. He frowned, making me giggle again. "Okay," he agreed hesitantly. "But I'll miss you."
"I think you'll live," I laughed. He kissed me, and I thanked the lord that it wasn't one of those sloppy, gross, drunk kisses that you always read about. It wasn't as tender as usual, but I still felt the perky little fireworks no matter what. I smiled as I pulled away and winked as I turned toward the restrooms, Dani right next to me. (Girls never go to the bathroom alone.)
I reached the alcove at the back where the bathrooms were. I absolutely hate public restrooms, and I didn't imagine that bars had very sanitary ones, but I was literally about to wet myself. So I opened the wooden door marked with the stick figure wearing a skirt and tried my best not to scrunch my face in disgust. It smelled like alcohol, cleaning supplies, and shit. "Ew," I whined to Dani. She rolled her eyes, and I knew she was mentally calling me a priss. I knew I was a priss, but oh well.
