Why me? (a Harry Styles story)

Why me? | 2.

2.

Unnie Edwards

I don't realize that it's getting darker outside, the people hanging at the bar has changed. The lunch guests left a long time ago and these people are drinking wine and beer; although the bar is still pretty empty. 

Then I hear a heart breaking scream, then one more and then the screams increases into what sounds like a million girls that’s getting tortured. My head spins around fast as I see at least 30 screaming girls outside pressed against the window, waving and jumping. 

"What the hell?" I mumble for myself as I look around. Am I the only one seeing and hearing them? 

Then I see 3 familiar heads popping into the bar. Holy mother of god! I almost fall of my bar stool, gripping the edge of the bar firmly. I quickly turn towards the bar again, seeking eye contact with the bartender.

"I need something strong, like right now!" I say through gritted teeth "give me a shot of vodka and a glass of red wine" 

The bartender nods and grabs the Absolut vodka bottle from the counter. He pour the liquid into a small glass and place it on the bar desk before he turns to grab a bottle of wine to pour into a wine glass. 

I down the vodka quickly, making a horrified face. 

"Damn disgusting Swedish crap" I mumble mostly to myself but the bartender hears me and let's out a light laugh as he place the wine next to my iPad and my stack if million papers. 

I thank him with a slightly blushed face. It wasn't really meant for him to hear that. He must think I'm such a weirdo. 

After calming down a bit I actually dare to turn my head around. The screams has almost started to fade, I notice that the hotel had rolled the curtains down making the bar a bit dim and preventing the girls from see into the bar. Giving us, the guests some privacy. I know it's not because of guests like me they rolled down the curtains it's because of the three boys I saw walking up to the bar before I went bananas, downing shots like it was my birthday. 

I slowly turn my head towards them. There's a blonde one, a lightly brown haired one and a curly, brown haired one wearing a beanie. Niall, Louis and Harry had just entered the fucking bar! My bar!

How am I suppose to work while they're sitting 10 feet behind me, drinking beer and chatting about god knows what! 

I cover my face in my hands, starting to feel the light buzz from the vodka. I take a sip from my wine as I try to return to my work. It doesn't work very well, so I take one more sip from my wine hoping it will help me relax.

I pull the rubber band out of my hair making it fall down on my shoulders as I run my fingers through it while letting out a huge sigh. 

"Hello!" 

I almost fall over on my bar stool, grabbing the edge of the bar to save myself. Again.

"Wow! You okay? I didn't mean to scare you" 

I just stare at him, speechless. 

Two really green eyes are looking at me, a bit confused. He stands by the bar wearing a beanie, black skinny jeans and a white loose fitted cotton shirt. 

Why the hell is Harry talking to me? Does he mistake me for someone else? Oh my God did I stare at him, making him uncomfortable? And now he's gonna tell me to mind my own business and leave them alone. Sweet fucking Jesus!

Suddenly Harry let's out a small laugh, raises a hand in front of my face, waving it slowly.

"Babe are you okay?" He says with his deep slow voice.