The Fighter

Chapter Twenty-One

Vanessa's P.O.V

I sat at the bar as I waited for Harry to arrive in England. I know it would take a few hours, but I still checked the time frequently. 

 

Music was pounding in my ears while flashing lights kept flickering. I was approached by a tall, lean figure. I could tell it was a guy just from looking at his silhouette. 

 

"Hi," his teeth were bright, even in the dark. His breath smelt like mints. 

 

"Hi," I gave him a friendly smile, even though I wanted him to go away. 

 

"Why are you so lonely? You're at a night club for bloody sake." He chuckled, my cheeks turned red as I looked down. 

 

"I'm waiting for a friend of mine, Harry." I finally looked up. 



"Is this a boyfriend or..." He raised his eyebrow. 

 

"Friend." I tried to hide my smile, but I failed. 

 

"So that means I can dance with you?" He held his hand out. I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as I got out of my seat and followed behind him, squeezing through the crowd until we had space for the both of us. 

 

I leaned forward, close enough for him to hear me over the loud noise in the background, "I have to warn you, I can't dance." He laughs, even though I was trying to be as serious as possible.

He placed his hands above my waist, mine wrapped around his neck. Being the crazy hormonal nineteen year old I am, I pressed my body against his. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. 



"What's your name, beautiful?" 



"Vanessa, yours?" I looked up. 

 

"Jason. You have a lovely name." I smile at his compliment. I inhale his aroma, I could tell he was wearing axe because he smells just like Liam. Liam. Why do I always think about him at horrible times? I push him far back into my head and focus on what's happening now. 

“So you’re not from England are you? You have an American accent.” 

“I’m from America. Do I have a horrible accent?” I joke.

“It’s quite lovely, so are you,” he smiles. 

“Aww, aren’t you sweet.” I giggle.

 "Would you like a drink?" 



"I don't drink," I frown. 



"Have you ever tried it?" 



"No, not really." As soon as the words left my mouth I was dragged towards the bar and bumping into to multiple people. I would've apologized but I doubt they'd even hear me. 



“I'd like to have a shot of grey goose." He turns to me and smiles, "it's really good." I watch as the bartender pours the liquid into a cup. I try to hide any signs of being nervous. 



The glass slides across the bar and stops in front of me. I hesitantly lift the glass and bring it up to my lips. 



I try to swallow despite the horrible taste and the burning sensation in my throat. When I finish the glass I start coughing. 
 

"You okay there? You took it like a champ." Jason smiles as he runs his hands up and down the small of my back. 

 

"I want to try another one," I smile, causing Jason to laugh. 



"Are you sure?" He pulls out his wallet and I urgently nod. The young bartender behind the bar frowns as he makes another shot. I chug the glass and request another. It taste horrible and burns, but I love the feeling. My mind is clouded and I'm not thinking of Liam anymore.