A/N, hey guys this is my first fanfic I really hope that you like it.
P.S Harry is not in One Direction in this book, neither is Louis, Liam, Zayn or Niall.
Enjoy!!!
Hi.
I'm Evie Pulsford.
I'm 19 and I live in England.
I live in a small apartment in Central London.
I work in a busy club as the bartender (I use fake ID though as I'm too young).
I'm on my way too work at 9:30pm on a Friday evening, like I do every Friday. When I arrive at the club I'm greeted by Aysha. My best friend. She is the only person that I can trust and she has helped me through all of my hard times these past few months.
"Hey babe!" She shouts from across the room. She is talking too Amielle, my less trustworthy best friend. They both make their way through the crowds of people so that we can properly greet each other with a tight hug.
"Where have you been?" I ask Amielle noticing the hickey on her neck. I look at Aysha who is masking her laughter by sucking her cheeks.
"I was with Harry and FYI we only had sex 4 times!" She exclaimed. Aysha and I looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.
We hadn't met this guy Harry but from what Amielle's told us there was only one thing on his mind.....sex. Amielle didn't find our laughter amusing and walked over to the bar.
"Evie your shift starts in 5, I suggest you get ready!" My boss Karen called from the VIP area. I said my goodbyes to the girls before Amielle informed us that Harry was going to come around to the club tonight so that we could finally meet him.
With a roll of my eyes I left the girls to party.
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Before I knew it I had been working for 2 hours at it was now 12:00am. I had seen the usual stuff tonight you know; drunk girls grinding on over weight men, drunk men trying too pick up girls with their cheesy pick up lines. The usual. I still hadn't seen or heard from Amielle's boyfriend. For her sake, I hope that he turns up.
The bar was becoming quiet and so I allowed myself a shot. I know that I'm trying to get off the alcohol but one drink couldn't hurt, could it?
I swallowed the shot in one gulp. The burning feeling of the vodka running down my throat was something that I always love, it took away the internal pain and made it external.
As I prepared my second drink a tall, drunken male figure made their way towards the bar. "Can I help you sir?" I asked him as politely as I could even though he just interrupted me and my drinks. "Yes please..." He slurred.
He was clearly drunk but I don't remember serving him tonight. The clubs lights flashed on his face so I couldn't see him too clearly. I think he has curly hair though. "What will it be?" I asked again this time sounding more stern.
"Oooo feisty! I like feisty!" He shouted. He had a deep raspy English accent, one of the strongest I've heard living in England. I rolled my eyes at his flirtatious comment and finished preparing my drink.
"Are you going to serve me or what?" He asked running his hands though his hair, he was clearly getting frustrated...that makes two of us.
I downed my second shot and looked at him.
"What do you want?" I sarcastically asked him putting on a fake smile. "I want you to come home with me so that I could punish you for your bad behaviour!" An evil smile was carved in his lips making bile rise too my throat. I swallowed it back down and shook my head trying to forget what had just happened.
