Late Last Night

Two

As I walked out of my building I checked my clock on my phone once again. It read 7:30 pm. Since the night was still young, I decided I'd walk to the bar rather than get a lift from a cab. My place was only about a 25 minute walk from the bar so the walk wasn't too bad. Beside the fact that having a walk was always lovely, I liked being alone with my thoughts in such a busy place. The the hustle and bustle always made me wonder of what the people around me were like and where they were going or if it was important. As my mind was wandering off and my feet were dragging me though the streets, I realized that I was nearing the bar. I crossed the street and waved my hand at the driver letting me pass.

When I got to the front of the bar I peaked into the window. Harry wasn't there yet so I had to busy myself. I didn't want to seem too eager. I noticed that at the corner there was a hotdog stand. In that moment I felt my stomach rumble as it hadn't been satiated with dinner yet. While I was walking up to the cart, I noticed Harry walking across the street. I hid the visible side of my face with my hand, not wanting him to see here so early. It didn't work.

"Monica! Hey!" I heard Harry yell. He was jogging over to me. I gave him and small smile and lightly said "hey" dragging out the 'y' a little.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here so early." Harry explained.

"Well you know me...I'm all about surprises..." I mentally slapped myself. Who even says that? Thankfully, he giggled at the comment I made, not noticing how awkward I was. I was swooning.

"Of course, how could I miss such a significant detail." He smiled at me. Why did his smile have to be so cute? I returned the gesture the best I could without looking like an idiot. I couldn't help but to stare at his dimples. Yet another attractive feature this man had. Wait, shit, I forgot about my hotdog.

I focused my attention back on the vendor. "Hi, can I just get a hotdog with mustard please?" The man behind the counter nodded and sighed. Guess he didn't love his job too much. "That'll be $3.50." His voice was deep and groggy. I digged into my bag looking for my wallet.

"No worries, I got it." Harry said, reaching into his pocket to grab what I could only imagine would be his wallet. His thick British accent cutting into the air like a knife.

"No!" I say quickly. They both snap their heads at me. "I mean, you're already buying the drinks, remember?" I interject with a bit of a giggle.

Harry retorts saying "Ahh, how could I be so foolish." finishing his sentence with a smirk. I couldn't help but stare a little.

"Is someone gonna pay me or no?" The vendor asked with his thick New York accent. "Yes. I'll be paying for it." I replied, glaring at Harry. He threw his hands up in surrender, smiling. Once again, I went digging into my purse. I finally found my wallet and said a silent, but triumphant, "yes!" to myself. I handed the man exact change, which he seemed to relieved about. He handed me my hotdog and Harry and I headed back up the sidewalk to the bar. Like a gentleman, he held the door open for me. I gave him a smile in return as a thank you. When we entered I guess Harry noticed his friends because I heard him shout, quite loudly might I add "OIIII!" Almost everyone in the bar turned and looked at us. I put my head down due to slight embarrassment. I was never one to be into all eyes being on me. As I started to look back up, four men at a table began to shout back.

One was a bottle blonde, one was a very attractive with olive skin, another had fringed hair and was wearing a muscle tee which was a total scheme to show off his tattooed arms. The last one was, yep you guessed it, another very attractive male. Harry and I both hung our coats up and ventured our way over to them.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet Monica." Harry piped up. I gazed up at him. Since he was a whole head taller than me, looking up to him became one of my habits of the night. "Monica, this is Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam." Harry pointed at each of the men as he said their names. I gave them all a small wave and a smile as Harry introduced us.

While the night grew older I found myself getting quite fond of Harry's friends. They were all hilarious and not to mention extremely easy on the eyes. One woman thought so at least, as she bought our whole table drinks. We must've downed at least 6 shots each while in each other's company. we were all completely and utterly out of it. Maybe not the best thing to do this on a work night again.

The gathering carried on and we were all piss drunk. Liam went off with some woman he met on the dance floor about 15 minutes ago. Niall and Louis had to go home together half an hour ago because Louis was falling all over and throwing up. We all did a nose goes of who would have to take him home. Thankfully, to my luck, it was Niall.

That left me, Harry, and Zayn to be left alone at the small, but hopping bar. I decided I should go to the bathroom to freshen up. I looked into the mirror, combing my fingers through my hair. Jumping on the dance floor with the boys styled it a little bit too wild for my liking. I then continued to reach into my bag and touch up my lipstick and foundation. When I finally drunkenly approved of myself, I stumbled out of the bathroom and back to the table. When I returned, Zayn had already left. When I registered it and back got into ear shot of Harry, I threw my hands up in the air and said "Where'd Zayn go?" Slurring my words majorly, slightly tripping on my own two feet, totally unable to stand straight. He flat out ignored my question.

"Why don't we get out of here?" he whispered in my ear. His hot breath on my neck sobered me the tiniest bit. I nodded my head yes. He immediately grabbed my hand, leading us to the door. When we finally placed our coats back onto our disoriented bodies, we pushed ourselves into the cold night air. I took my phone out of my back pocketful see the time. it read 1 am. "Shit" I thought to myself. Tomorrow is going to be a bitch to get through.

Harry threw his hand up, hailing us a taxi. He guided me into the yellow vehicle and climbed in close behind me. "Where to?" the driver asked. I somehow managed to spit out my address. Harry grabbed me and pulled me into the middle seat, slinging his long arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him, taking in his scent. He was comfortable. He smelled of mint mixed with the musk of cologne and, of course, tequila. Me being in a drunken state found it the most attractive thing in the world. The cab ride home was silent but relaxing. With every inhale I was breathing in the way he smelled. Familiarizing myself with it.

5 minutes later we were pulling up to my building. When the vehicle came to a halt, Harry stepped out and waited for me as I payed the the driver. As I finished my deed, he reached his hand out to help me out of the car. His hands were the softest I'd ever felt. They were warm, but not clammy. When my feet we planted firmly on the sidewalk I glared up to him for what felt like the millionth time tonight. He looked back down to me. I noticed myself getting lost in the gaze of his eyes. They were green with a tiniest tinge of blue. They were one of the most beautiful pairs of eyes I've ever seen.

"Do you wanna come upstairs?" I ask him breaking the silence.

"I would love to." He smirked at me once again. It was a phenomenon I knew I would never grow tired of.

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