~ Chapter Two ~
Why, out of all the people in the word, does One Direction have to be the most intimidating people that come to the bar when I'm 'working' at it? Lifes a bitch!
As I awkwardly glanced at all of them, my eyes still wide, as I took in their appearance. God were they sexy! I had never been a real devoted fan but a girl can't deny that these boys had everything going well for them. I had always liked and appreciated their music and thought they were attractive but I had never devoted my life to stalking their sexy asses on Twitter. Nuh-uh! No can do honey. That's not the way I roll. Wow, that was the lamest thing one could say.
Anyway, I just stood there, gawking, at the five sex gods sitting at 'my bar' directly in front of me. They just looked so laid back tonight, even though every girl in the room - that was sober enough to care - was desperately trying to make contact with them. They blew them off or flat out ignored them.
I admit I felt honoured that they were even talking to me although technically, I had to remind myself, that they were talking to me because they thought I was the bartender. I must admit though, my gaze lingered on Harry mainly, I always have thought that he was the pretty damn cute. Tonight he was wearing a plain black t-shirt with black skinny jeans and then to top off the look, black converse high tops. Even though he only was wearing black, and normally that would just be over doing it, he pulled it off very sexily, along with his adorable curls.
Wait, hold the front door! Did I just describe his curls as adorable. Oh boy, this can't be happening!
Someone clears their throat and I instantly snap out of daze. Crap! I must have been staring at them. I turn my head to see that Niall was the one who had cleared his throat.
"Um, do you know where the bartender is Miss?" Niall asked, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. It took a minute for his words to process, but as soon as the message got through I paled. "Oh, er, yeah! I'm your...um...bartender," I mumbled looking to the ground, suddenly the dull stone flooring seemed very interesting.
"Really?" Zayn's eyebrows shot up as soon as the words left his mouth, "I wouldn't have thought they would hire someone like you." My head snapped up. What the hell was he implying? "And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked confidently, I was surprised that I could sound confident in a situation like this.
"Well, what Zayn's saying is that normally you would see older people working at the bar, and mainly men would work at a bar. You don't look like your a day over 18," Niall stated, looking at me skeptically. I opened my mouth to argue with him but then Louis, continued on, "-and, when you work at a bar you have a very strict, unflattering uniform-" he paused for a second to run his gaze along my outfit, as if proving his point. Was he checking me out? I glanced at the other guys and noticed there were also letting their eyes wander over my body. I suddenly felt self-conscious as I looked down at my outfit, yeah, I looked like a slut - tight, black dress that barely reached mid thigh with black heels.
Once again I tried to cut them off but then Liam went on, "-and, every bartender has a name tag or some sort of identification thing that is visible. Seeing as you obviously have neither, well...!" Man not much gets past these guys. They were all smirking, Harry was the only one that had stayed silent through that.
I looked up at them, but instead of backing down I decided to that I would defend myself. It's time to turn the sass on. But before I could even open my mouth this time, it was Harry who had spoken.
"Also, employers don't usually hire such attractive people like yourself," he announced, and I felt my cheeks start to burn as the blood rushed to my face. "Aww, Harry! You made her blush, you naughty boy!" Louis exclaims, hitting Harry on the back of his head, making Harry's curls bounce.
