Midnight

Chapter 40:

*** Surprise mini update because I made you guys wait do long for the other one!***

Belles POV:

"I need to pee." Kelly babbles from the front.

"Can't you hold it?" Tim asks.

"If you think I have full control of my bladder while in this state you are sadly mistaken."

"She's not joking, I know form experience." I contribute.

"Fine fine." Tim parallel parks along the curb. "This place looks fine, let's go."

We all get out of the car and I help Kelly across the street and into the building. When we get inside I notice it is similar to the club we were just in but instead of teenagers humping each other it's middle aged people dancing normally.

I continue to support Kelly as we find the restroom.

"I've got it from here. I will meet you back by the door." Kelly tells me.

"I can wait here it's fine."

"No I think I'm gonna puke and I would like to do it in private."

"Yup, I'm out." I push make open the door and try to find Tim.

Instead I find Harry sitting alone at the bar on his phone.

"You come come here often?" I say as I sit on the stool next to him.

His eyes flicker up to me and he smiles. "Only on Tuesdays between 5 and 8."

"Interesting. Should I be worried that you only come to pick up chicks?" I look at the lady who could be my mother at the other end of the bar.

"Can I get you two anything?" The bartender suddenly comes up to us. He has dark brown hair that is pushed off his head and looks about our age.

A song I recognize, Grace Kelly, comes through the speakers and I notice the bartender mumble the males lyrics under his breath.

"That last time we talked Mr. Smith you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again." I say the females part.

The bartenders eyes light up and he begins to sing the next part. His voice just barley audible over the music. When the chorus comes up I sing with him. I can't hide the smile on my face as I spin around on my stool, letting the music speak through me.

When the song ends I burst into laughter with the bartender.

"I'll take that drink now." I smile.

"Of course." He nods. "Let me guess. You seem like a hard lemonade type of girl."

"That was good. What else can you tell me?"

"Well, I can tell you haven't had anything to drink yet tonight, you don't seem like the party type, and your boyfriend is gonna punch me if I don't stop talking."

I look over at Harry who indeed is glaring at the guy.

"Sorry about him. But you are right this is my boyfriend Harry, and I'm Izzy." I stick out my hand for him to shake.

"I understand. I'm Jake and my boyfriend is the same way." He shakes my hand.

"Well good news. I don't think Harry wants to punch you anymore."

"Don't speak to soon." Harry grumbles.

"I'll grab that hard lemonade now." Jake disappears down the bar.

"Come on. Have some fun, this is much better then the other club." I turn to Harry.

"You have a weird definition of fun."