'Back To Life' - Harry Styles fanfic

Chapter 1

'regrets collect like old friends...here to re-live your darkest moments, I can see no way...I can see no way...'

My back stiffened, as her voice resonated around me, the hairs now standing up on the back of my neck. My eyes suddenly darted to the dark liquor, now wavering slightly in the shot glass gripped in my slightly shaking hand.

Get your shit together Harry...

I didn't understand why her voice was making me feel this way. I didn't understand why I could hear the bass of my own heartbeat, thumping through my ears. I had never experienced a feeling like the one that was now forcing itself through me, capturing me, enveloping me in a blanket of uncertainty and excitement.

My lips curled up slightly as my mind echoed the last emotion.

Excitement.

I brought the glass up to my lips, moistening them as the dark liquor streamed in a burning trickle down my throat, waterfalling into the pit of my stomach, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as the strong aroma momentarily made my head a little hazy.

'I like to keep my issues drawn, it's always darkest before the dawn...'

I turned slowly on the barstool, the leather squeaking slightly as the material of my dark jeans became unstuck from the position it had been sunk into for the past two hours. I was seated in my usual spot. The same burning liquor attacking my throat, the same slightly hooded eyes staring into the dark expanse before them. I was used to Friday's by now. Busier than during the week, due to Ray's attempt to lure in more bodies than usual.

"You'll see mate. It'll work. I'm telling you. Everyone fucking loves karaoke." 

I smirked at him, my mouth curling into a mischevious tight-lipped grin. 

"50 quid..." 

"Done..."

Losing that £50 still haunts me.

I squinted my eyes slightly, as they came into contact with the lights shining from the make-shift stage. A shiver rippled through my entire body as I took in the full view. Her eyes were closed as her dark red lips sang into the microphone. Her dark chocolate hair curling slightly around her heart-shaped face and resting on her bare shoulders. Her eyes opened, scanning the words on the screen before her, though I could tell she didn't need them. It was clear she knew the song, it was clear it meant something to her, her voice tinged with emotion as every word left her mouth and danced around the room.

I felt a sharp pang in my stomach as I continued to watch her, my eyes refusing to leave her petite yet slightly curving frame, clad in what looked like dark floral and lace. The details didn't matter to me, but the sight of black lace unleashed something in me, causing my cheeks to burn slightly as my mind wondered away with itself. I brought myself back to the moment, not wanting to miss it, raking my free hand through my hair, my fingers pushing back the sloppy dark curls that were now threatening to stick to my clammy forehead. Her legs were long, pale and completely on show.

Mmm.

I noticed that flat ankle boots were covering her feet, as I continued to run my gaze up and down her legs, but then her boots seemed meaningless as her lips curled into a smile as the song continued, her white teeth sparkling like diamonds in the spotlight, causing the breath to hitch in my throat.

So this is what it feels like? This is what it feels like to be lured in....SHIT!

The shards of glass sprayed up at my legs, hot liquor dampening the denim and wetting the leather of my boots peeking out from the cuffs of my skin-tight jeans.