Cover Story Love || Luke Hemmings

ii. Bar

ii. Bar

| Hailey's Point Of View |

As I pass a man his drink he grabs ahold of my wrist and pulls me forward, his alcohol drenched breath fanning across my face causing me to scrunch up my nose in disgust.

"How about we get out of here" He slurs. He's at least 19, curly brown hair stick to his sweat covered forehead from the heat in this tightly packed bar.

I shake my head and try to pull my wrist back but I cant. He's got a really tight grip for a drunk guy. He frowns a little at me his bottom lip poking out.

"Why not?" He pouts, his eyes lazily blink.

I jerk my hand from his grip and glare at his drunk ass. "Because i fucking said so" I hiss at him. He finally gets the memo and fucks off leaving me to tend to other alcoholics.

"I've got the rest, go ahead and take a break" Michael looks at me sympathetically. I give him a small smile. "Thanks"

"Yeah no problem" He smiles

Michael Clifford, the son my family's friend, so I've known him forever. I'm older then him by a year. Yes, we have the same birthday.

At the moment he's died his hair white, plain white and it's spiked out in every which way. But lucky for him he's able to pull it off. He's been my best friend forever and I love him as if he was my brother. He's dating some girl named Brianna, I've only met her a few times but he really seems to have a thing for her.

"Hailey!" Michael calls, snapping me out is my thoughts. I look over at him, a large smile spread across his face. "What?" I raise a brow at him.

"Seven Nation Army!" he chuckles. I automatically shut up and listen to the music playing. Oh my god it is seven nation army by white stripes!!!!

I smile and Michael lifts me up onto the bar. I quickly take my shoes off before standing up. I shake my head to the beat of my favorite song or play the air guitar, and love it. The people cheer for me and some sing along to the song.

I do this every time this song comes in and everyone loves it. I get my energy out and everyone is being entertained. The adrenaline pumps through my veins and I jump as I shake and whip my head up and down. Right when the song ends and the drummer hits the drums one more time, I strike a pose.

When the song ends I'm dizzy and smiling. The smile doesn't leave my face as Michael helps me down. He hands me a microphone and points to the stage. And hold my hands out and shake my head "nooooo"

"You have too! These guys love you!" Michael screams over the next song that starts to play. I smile and take the microphone from his grip and head over I the stage.

I turn it on and tap it a few times for sound check. It definitely works. The sound of my tapping traveling through the bar causes just about everyone to stare up at me. It isn't a huge bar but it's got a bit of space for a bar, some booths, a stage, and a dance floor. The spotlight shines on me, preventing me from seeing anyone towards the back of the crowd.

The music starts playing to my song and I smile, waiting for my part. When it comes, I sing the lyrics softly:

Oh, my stomach's tied in knots

I'm afraid of what I'll find if you want to talk tonight

Oooo Oooo

See the problem isn't you, it's me I know

I can tell, I've seen it time after time

And I'll push you away

I get so afraid, oh no