Guys My Age

3// young god

I looked inside Darrell's bar and saw Daniel sitting next to the window again. He seemed preoccupied with his phone. I fixed my hair and opened the door with my hip.

"Lizzy!" A man called. I looked up. Some one night affair I couldn't remember. I was too drunk.

"Hey," I replied. Daniel's head shot up and I tried to act like I hadn't noticed. I wanted him to come to me, it was his turn. His move in our little game.

"Do you want something today, Liz?" Darrell asked.

I smiled and bit my lip.

"It's more of a fact of who," I responded quickly. He sighed and looked towards Daniel. "Is he looking?"

Darrell looked down. "No, he's on his phone." I felt disappointed.

I smelt the breath of a drunk man before I felt the hands on my hips.

"Hey, Lizzy," I felt a warm breath on my ear and I felt myself shutter from fear. Damn men.

"Aye, get off her!" Darrell raised his voice. I felt his hands begin to cascade lower.

"The little whore likes it," the one night stand responded. I rolled my eyes.

"Get off me," I tried to release myself from his grasp but I felt him lifting up my shirt.

"The slut probably wants me to take her right here," he slurred.

"She said to get off," I heard a deep voice growl. I felt the touch of the man released and he walked away back to his friends.

"Thank you," I turned around to see my savior, Daniel.

"He shouldn't do that to you," Daniel shrugged as if it was no big deal. I felt like he would treat a woman right.

"Do you want a whiskey?" I asked him.

"I already had one," he laughed nervously. He knew I knew his favorite drink.

"Can you talk to me, I don't feel comfortable anymore," I told him how I felt honestly.

"Of course," he smiled warmly. His smile was warm and inviting. "Can I have two waters?"

Darrell nodded and slid two waters to me and Daniel. He was looking at Mr. One night stand.

"Get out," he roared. One night stand grumbled and left with his friends.

I smiled and thanked Darrell without words.

"How was your day, Elizabeth?" Daniel asked me. I smiled.

"Quite boring until now, how was yours," I asked.

He hesitated before answering, "I'll have to agree with you on that." I laughed and it felt honest.

He gave me a awkward half smile and then suddenly frowned.

"How rude am I?" He massaged his temples. I looked at him with hesitation. "My name is Daniel."

"I know," I took a sip of my water.

"You know?" He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his water.

"A little birdy told me when I asked," I nodded towards Darrell. I took a large gulp of water.

He waited for a moment and looked down towards his cup. "You asked about me?"

I choked and began to start coughing like mad. I mean it was never a secret about me asking, but I suddenly felt embarrassed of my curiosity of Daniel.

I felt him begin to pat my back and I thanked him. I stopped coughing.

"Are you alright?" He asked me. His simple words made me swoon. Fuck I liked him. He was hot as hell in that damn suit.

"Thank you for your concern," I smiled. He in return smiled back. He looked down at his phone which lit up.

"I'm sorry but I have to go," he said quickly. He seemed to have no emotions with the words and his sudden coldness made me shutter.

"Let me walk you to your car," I smiled. He hesitated and nodded.

He put on the same black coat from the day before and started on his way out.

I was curious if he would let me sleep with him. He was quite conservative.

He held the door open for me and I thanked him with a smile.

He was also a gentleman.

"Hey fucker!" I heard a familiar voice screeching from the alley. It was Mr. One Night Stand. "Gonna take the whore home to fuck her?"

"No, we're walking to my car, I'm taking her home to her house," Daniel stated calmly. I didn't realize he was doing that. I looked up towards him. He was a couple inches taller than I.

One night stand got a knife from his back pocket and his friends emerged from the shadows.

"We want to have a little fun first," he hissed.

Daniel grabbed my arm and it hurt just a little.

"Run," he whispered into my ear. "My car is the fancy silver one down the street. I'll meet you there."

"Are you crazy?" I erupted into anger. "They're going to seriously hurt you!"

"No they aren't," Daniel chuckled.

"Listen to the little girl," he hissed. He words were like venom to a snake.

"Run," Daniel said louder and slightly pushed me.

I began to run and cry at the same time.

"Get her!" I heard him scream. I just kept running.

After a few minutes I found his car. It stood out like a sore thumb. His car. It was shiny and new. I could almost see my reflection. I hopped inside and locked the doors. The windows were blacked out so no one could see in.

I started to cry again. What if he died for me? What if he is hurt? I sank down to the portion where your feet go.

I heard the car door rattle and I covered my mouth. I didn't want to scream.

The car beeped and I heard the door unlock.

"Elizabeth?" Daniel asked calmly. I looked up. He seemed fine other than a cut right above his eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"You're hurt," I said. I sat back into the passenger chair and Daniel sat in the drivers seat.

"I'll be okay, you're crying," he noted. I quickly locked the car again and looked around nervously.

"What happened?" I asked him. What if the men came back?

Daniel hesitated, "I took care of it."

"Thank god," I sighed. I felt a hand on my face, wiping away my tears. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," he didn't take his eyes off of me. "Let me take you home."