My Favorite Bartender

Chapter 1

"Louis! There's a blok staring at you," my co-worker Asher hollers at me. Even though we're near each other the bar is loud tonight. It's 'bring a guest' night in the V.I.P. lounge where I work. The V.I.P. lounge is the lounge part of the bar, The Purple Glow.

Turning my head toward the lad that Asher said was staring at me, finding a tall guy with chocolate curly hair and the greenest eyes I've ever seen in my life. Smiling at the lad as he makes his way to the bar through the crowd.

"What can I get you?" I shout over the noise.

The lad in front of me smiles showing off not one but two dimples. Kill me know between the hair, the eyes and the dimples. Head out of the gutter Louis, you have no time to date. Remember two children at home to care for. My sweet 3 year old boy and girl twins, Harper Maree and Parker William, I carried and gave birth to them. I'm part of the male population that can have babies naturally.

"I'll have a 'Bloody Aztec, please?" the lad asks me in a raspy voice that is music to my ears.

"Sure mate, coming right up," I tell him as I move to gather all the ingredients to make him his drink, handing it to him when I finish making it.

"That'll be 3.75" I tell that tall curly haired lad with a smile. He nods hand me the money before taking the drink with a smile and a wink.

"Thanks cutie," he rasps out before walking away to a table in the corner with a short blond hair lad.

"He's adorable," Asher says as he serves a costumer. I nod giving him a small smile. Yes, I'm gay and Asher's bisexual.

"Yeah he is," I murumur watching the tall lad's bum.

"Go for it, mate," Asher encourages with a wink and a smirk.

Shaking my head at him with a sad frown. "I can't date, I have two children at home to care for. Besides their dad ruined relationships for me."

Asher frowns at me with a small shake of his head with a sigh. "Lou, you need to get over Zayn, he wasn't good for you or the twins."

"I know, I know," I mutter before smiling at the next costomer asking for their order and making it.

This went on for the next couple of hours. Once the rush slowed down, I punched out to head outside to the alley for my break. Pulling my pack of cigarettes, pulling one out, sticking it in my mouth and then lighting it. Taking a deep drag off it before exhailing after a moment.

"You're too damn cute to smoke those horrible things," I hear a raspy voice from my right.

Snapping my head in that direction I see the tall, curly haired, green eyed lad. "What are you doing out here?"

"Your co-worker told me you were out here on a break, I wanted to talk to you without others or having to yell," he says with a shrug.

"Okay," I say slowly unsure why he'd want to talk to me. I'm no one special.

"I'm Harry, Harry Styles," he says thrusting his hand out toward me with a smirk.

Switching my smoke to my left hand I shake his saying, "Louis Tomlinson, nice to meet you Harry."

"So, when are you done with your shift, I'd like to take you out on a date?" Harry asks me with a wide smile.

Shaking my head at him as I put my cigarette out in the sand bucket. "I can't, I have to go straight home after my shift ends."

"What's so important that you can't take a couple hours out of your time tonight to spend it with me?" Harry's persistant I give him that.

"My two children," I state simply. Might as well put it out there straight away that I have little ones.

Harry's face drops some before he composes himself with a small smile. "Aren't they still sleeping with the sitter with them? Call the sitter and let her know that you'll be home a couple of hours late."

"I can't do that to my best mate, it's not his job to be responsible for them for an extra couple of hours, even if my kids and him are sleeping," I say stubborningly.

Harry opens his mouth to protest but I cut him off with. "Sorry Harry, my kids come first, always have always will. Even if they're other father doesn't give a damn about them."

Pushing myself off the brick wall as I grab the door to walk back inside. "I'm sorry Harry, I really am. I can't date anyone, especially after their father. It's not that I love him anymore but I can't trust anyone not to do the same shit he did to me or my kids. I'm sorry," I whisper the last part before going back inside to finish the last two hours of my shift.

I probably shouldn't haven't told a complete stranger what I did, but Harry needs to understand my reasons for not dating, even if I didn't totally elaberate on what Zayn did to me and our children. I had a horrible time even admitting what he did to Liam or Zayn's family as to why we weren't together anymore and never would be again.

For the rest of my shift Harry and his blond friend were there and both would come up to buy drinks from either myself or Asher.

"Hey mate, do you have any idea who my friend is?" the blond friend of Harry asks me in his cute Irish accent about five minutes before the end of my shift at midnight.

I look him straight in the eyes as I answer honestly. "No, should I? I know his name is Harry?" I look over at their table to study Harry's features again. "Why is he some famous rockstar or something?" I ask jokeningly.

The short blond lad nods with a smile. "Yup, he's a popstar actually. Ever heard of Harry Styles?"

Shaking my head at him as I finish making his drink and handing it to him shocked. "Seriously?" I ask amused still thinking he's pulling my leg. His friend nods seriously. "Never heard of him, I don't listen to that music," I tell him honestly.

"Look him up on youtube, watch some of his videos. He really likes the fact that you treated him like a normal person. I'm sure he'll be back again to see you if you keep treating him like he's normal," the short blond says.

Nodding at him as he pays for his drink. I smile at the lad in front of me as another bartender comes in to finish out the night. The newest bartender can only work from midnight to 2 a.m. due to another job. Fine by me than I'm not pulling anything more than an eight hour shift a night.

"What's your name, mate?" I ask before I leave the bar.

He smiles at me showing off his pretty white teeth. "Niall Horn," he answers simply. I nod as I head to the back to punch out and head to the parking lot to climb into my battered pickup truck arriving home fifteen minutes later.

Once I'm inside my flat, I knock on Liam's bedroom door (yes Liam lives with me and my kids) to let him know that I'm home from work. It's what I do every night when I come home from work. Liam works from 5 a.m. to 1 p.m. (Monday through Friday) and I work from 4 p.m. to midnight (Monday through Friday).

Harper and Parker are awesome 3 year olds; they usually sleep from 8 p.m. to 8 a.m. sometimes 9 a.m. allowing me to have seven or eight hours of sleep a night.