Our Album (A Taron Egerton Fan Fiction)

Can't Stop This Feeling

     The blaring music grew louder as she pushed the heavy door open with her shoulder. The air was a hazy blue hue, tainted by the dozens of cigarettes that she could see ignited around the room. She paused momentarily, emitting a small cough, to allow her eyes to adjust to the sudden change of ambiance. As the shapes became more apparent, she began the arduous task of weaving her way through the bodies that littered the room, to the bar that lined the far wall. She leaned against the polished mahogany, trying to steer the bartender's attention in her direction. He spotted her, holding up a hand to let her know he'd be with her shortly. She turned around, facing the crowded space, getting a good glimpse at the people surrounding her.

     This particular bar had become a popular hangout for her and her friends. It was low-key and the clientele mirrored her in many ways. She tapped her foot along with the steady beat, keeping her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. The bartender interrupted her, prompting her for her beverage of choice. She was in the middle of giving him her order when the strumming of a guitar caught her attention. She turned to in the direction of the small stage and her heart abruptly stopped beating.

     She stared. She couldn't command her brain to pull her eyes away. She couldn't breathe. She didn't blink. She just stared. He was here. She hadn't seen him in weeks, but he was here tonight. She felt a hand on her shoulder and that brought her out of her reverie. She turned towards the owner, meeting the impatient face of the friendly bartender. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog that clouded her head. She proceeded to give him her order, finishing it this time.

     His voice rang clearly throughout the space, the crowd roaring with enthusiasm. She couldn't help but smile. The last time she had seen him here, he had sang this very song. The memory of hearing his soulful voice sent electricity pulsing up and down her spine. She shivered, as if the space had grown cold, and wrapped her arms around her body. A drink was set in front of her and she grabbed at it, hungrily. The liquid burned her throat, at for an instant, she feared the mixture of the alcohol and her nerves would cause her stomach to roll. Thankfully, it had the opposite effect and it soon started to ease her anxiety. She dared herself to turn back in his direction. He was wearing jeans that hugged his hips and thighs so perfectly that it elicited a warm feeling to began spreading between her thighs. Ugh, she cursed herself silently. She didn't know him. She'd never even spoken to him, yet he could cause this reaction out of her. She shut her eyes, but that was a mistake, as his voice filled every inch of her.

      "Yo, Hayden..."

     She heard her name before she felt the presence of someone standing next to her. She opened her eyes and released the breath she wasn't even aware she'd been holding. "Olivia," She wrapped her arms around her friend, basking in the solace of being ripped away from the voice of the man who haunted her dreams.

     "Where were you? I'd been calling your name for a good 30 seconds." Liv hollered at the bartender, gaining his quick attention.

     Hayden just shook her head, "No where."

     Liv shot her a sideways glance, "I don't believe you. Does it have anything to do with him?" Her pointer finger sliced through the crowd, landing squarely on its desired target.

     Hayden shook her head again.

     "It's the same guy as before, right? The one with the voice?"

     Hayden only nodded, insecure about her own voice.

     "Why don't you actually try and talk to him this time? It's got to be more productive than simply drooling over him."

     "Is it just me and you tonight," Hayden took a slow sip from her second drink, ignoring her friends questioning glance.

     "You're deflecting, and no, the rest should be here soon."