Louis' POV:
I cannot believe it! I actually cannot believe that she stood me up. Courtney has just stood me up and made me look like an idiot.
Here I am, sat here and waiting for the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen to walk through that door, to tell her something. Something i have been dying to ask her, pretty much the moment I met her that day.
Why would she do this to me? If she didn't want to come on the date with me, or be with me anymore, I would of rathered that she had just told me. Even rung me, or hell, texted me so. It would have been a lot less embarrassing and I guess well, painful.
There is about twelve paps and journalists all stood outside this resutrant waiting for me to leave here in about an hour or so with the 'unknown girl' as they keep calling her.
How am I going to go out there alone with all those lowlifes waiting to get a few pictures of me and her? I'm going to be the joke of the year. I actually cannot believe it.
Staying in here isn't going to help me at all in anyway whatsoever. I may as well face the humiliation now and get it over with, rather than ponder on it and make myself even more scared over it all.
I get up out of my chair and begin to walk towards the door, but then turn my head to a small bar at the side of the resutrant. I change the direction I am walking in and head over to the bar. Sitting on one of the high stools, I wave my hand on the air trying to get the bar man to notice me.
"Hey!" I yell loudly so he could hear me. I was growing impatient of waiting.
The man soon turned to face me and nodded at me, obviously gesturing that he would be with me in a second.
After what felt like ages, the waiter came over to me, only to annoy me further. "I am sorry sir, but my shift is over."
I groan at his statement, and he continues. "However, this young lady here will serve you." With that, he walked away.
The woman who the waiter addressed as the person who would be serving me walked over and greeted me with a warm smile. She was drying a pint glass in her hands as she spoke. "What can I get you?" Her voice was soft and not too high pitched as I first imagined it to be.
I just thought by the way she looked, that she would have a very high toned voice. Her hair was bleach blonde and in big ringlets, that cascade down her shoulders and back. She had some mascara on and a pale red lipstick. Nothing too much, but enough to notice, just like with Courtney.
"Well..?" She giggled, making me snap from my daze.
"Uh? Oh, sorry. A beer please?" I say more as a question than a statement.
"Coming right up." She smiles that intriguing way again and heads over to the fridge.
A few seconds later and she is stood in front of me again and is handing me a fresh cold beer in a brown bottle.
"Here you are. First ones on the house. Looks like you need it." She notices how off I guess you could say I am.
"Thanks. That obvious?" I question with a small chuckle at the end of it.
She nods. "A bit."
I take a couple of sips from the bottle, before bringing it back down on the counter. I notice the blonde bar-tender staring around at our surroundings.
"You know..." She begins. "You could tell me. I can keep a secret and maybe if I help you, you could help me?" A smile grew across her fair skinned face.
