Skin

3

I decided to change my outfit, and put on dark jeans and a crop top. The clock read 7:50PM, which meant I had ten minutes before Harry was expected to arrive. I lined my eyes as always, placing a thick winged liner on my upper lids. I sprayed myself with perfume, taking one last look in the mirror, checking every angle, before deciding there was nothing more to do. I left the bathroom and went back downstairs, now anxiously waiting on Harry.

I knew I couldn't stay inside my house all the time; I needed some form of socialization. I sat and wondered what his friends were like, and if they were anything like myself. Although I knew very little about Harry, I understood the base line of his personality. Harry didn't seem to be as quiet as me, he seemed outgoing and I'm sure his friends also reflected this. He was very well mannered, and sarcastic as well. 

I wished to know him more, to learn about him personally. I wasn't desperate for friends by any means, I quite enjoyed my own company, but from time to time I liked being with others if they had good vibes to offer. 

Harry seemed to be just my type.

There was a knock at my door, but I wasn't quick to answer -- the last thing I wanted was to be seen as borderline desperate. I pulled open my door, and there stood Harry. He wore dark jeans; paired with a white shirt which adorned his top.

"Hey." I smiled, stepping out and closing the door behind me.

I quickly locked it before turning back to Harry, who was already looking at me. "Ready?"

I nodded my head, walking beside him as we went to the side walk, and walked up the road.

The air was cool, the sun was now starting to set. I looked at the sky ahead, the colours of the setting sun painted pinks and oranges above the thick trees in the distance.

"My friends are already there." Harry said, looking down at me.

I nodded, "What are they like?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Loud." He chuckled. "But they're nice people, you might like them."

"I didn't know there was a bar around here."

"We are civilized people here, Phoebe."

"I didn't mean-,"

He smirked, nudging my arm with his elbow. "I'm only kidding."

I released a breath, shaking my head as we approached the intersection. We took to the left, and went up the familiar main road. Harry and I talked about some random things, he asked me some typical questions, like if I owned any pets and what my favourite colour was. I counter questioned each one after answering, and learned Harry had a cat, and that his favourite colour was green -- as was mine.

We stopped midway through the road before harry pulled me to the front doors of the bar that had previously gone unnoticed by me. It looked like an old saloon, but also very cozy. Harry pushed the doors open, and lead me inside to his friends.

I looked around as I followed him. The walls were mustard yellow, wooden frames lined them with pictures of alcoholic beverages and pin up girls. Tables and booths were spread out along the wooden floors; the rest of the room was occupied by a large bar, with stools lining the dark marble counters.

The back of the tavern, where Harry had led me, was much dimmer than the rest of the place. His friends sat around a large table, bottles lined in front of them as they chatted away to each other. There was one girl in the crowd of four other men at the table, she seemed nice, although rough.

"Harry!" One of the guys cheered as he stood up, walking over to us. His hair was black, stuck up into some sort of quiff. He was about the same height as Harry, more built and wide. He seemed pleasant,