Queen

Chapter 27

Although I know Shawn could have kept chasing me and actually caught up to me, he must have realized I wanted to be left alone and stopped. I ran for a good while until I was just lazily walking down the road back to the campus. It was cloudy out so it must be getting dark soon, I should probably find somewhere to make a phone call. Maybe my mom will be so kind as to drive over and pick me up. As I was walking I see a small bar. I take a deep breath before standing straight up with confidence that I didn't have and walking to the bar.

I push open the door to find that it was almost completely empty. There were a few people in a booth drinking and eating and two guys sitting at the bar also eating and drinking while they talked to one another. I decided to try and play it safe and walk to a stool as far away from the other guys at the bar. I take a seat and look around, seeing if the bartender was around. As I waited I noticed one of the two guys kept looking over at me. I cleared my throat and zipped up Lisa's jacket that I was wearing all the way up. I looked away from them acting uninterested.

I was looking at the mural on the wall of what looked a variety of different instruments. My eyes were locked on the guitar and I couldn't help but think of Shawn. I felt a smile creep up on my face at the thought.

Smiling to myself I was brought back to my current situation when one of the random guys I was trying to avoid was right in front of me, blocking my view of the mural which I honestly preferred to look at over him. The man was fairly built, he wore plain blue jeans, a grungy white t-shirt and his black hair's slicked back. He didn't look too muscular, or at least he didn't when I compared him to Shawn.

"Breathe taking..." Was all he said before leaning on the bar next to me with a wide smile of his own. I gave him a small smile before looking away.
"What's a cute little girl like yourself doing in a dirty ol' place like this?" He asked tapping my forearm that was resting on the counter.
"J-Just waiting for someone." I kind of lied. To be fair I was waiting for the bartender.
"Are they just as cute as you?" He smirked.
"I-I don't know," I said nervously looking away from him.
"Hey now, I just wanna talk to you ma'am, no funny business." He chuckled.
"I just wanna be left alone if you don't mind." I meekly said.
"Leave you alone in a dirty place like this?! I don't know there's a lot of creeps out here." He winked at me. As he did I noticed the bartender walk out from the back room.
"Oh! Excuse me!" I called him. He walked over with a smile and nodded to me.
"You need something?" He asked kindly.
"Do you by chance have a phone? I need to call my mother." I explained to him.
"You lost?" He asks raising a brow. I just shake my head.
"Too far to walk back home," I admit.
"One minute." He excuses himself, me wishing he didn't. I sit there again alone with the man.

"So... how old are you?" He asked, slightly more uninterested.
"17!" I quickly answered. If I told him I was actually 19 I don't think he'd ever leave me alone.
"How cute." He chuckled and reached up pinching my cheek.
"Please don't," I said pulling my face away from his hand.
"C'mon, I'll give you a ride home, honey." He said standing up but I didn't move.
"N-No I'd rather wait for my mother," I said. He didn't answer but instead grabbed my hand. I gasped and tried pulling it away.
"I insist, doll. Let's go." He laughed and pulled me out of the seat.
"No!" I yelled pushing at his chest. No one in the bar seemed to have cared about what was happening. Just as I thought I was about to be kidnapped, a random hand intervened. It grabbed mine and pulled me away from the man.

"This guy giving you trouble, love?" I heard a familiar deep British voice say from behind me. I quickly turned around to find Harry.
"I-I-"
"Oh... didn't tell me you were taken, miss. 'Scuse me." The man said letting go of my hand and walking away. I felt so relieved. I felt myself shaking as I looked at Harry terrified.
"You ok?" He asks. I just nodded.
"What are you doing here by yourself? Where's your boyfriend... uh... Shawn?" He asks, Shawn's name slipping his mind.
"W-We're not dating, we're just friends." I corrected him.
"Ok, but why are you here alone?" He asked again, just as concerned as the first time.
"I... I don't wanna talk about it." I admitted.
"Alright." He said before letting go of my hand.
"I'm just trying to get home..." I said looking for the bartender again.
"Want a ride? I was on my way out." He said pointing a thumb to the door. At least with Harry, I know him more than the sketchy man that just grab me and tried to make me go with them.

"O-Ok..." I agreed still nervous and shakey.
"Here, it's freezing out there, that tiny jacket won't do a thing for you." He says taking off his black sweater, revealing a plain black v-neck underneath it. He holds it out to me and I accept it. I slip it on and am immediately engulfed by the smell of his sweet cologne.

The sweater was fairly huge on me, Harry was very tall, I want to say maybe 6'0 even, not as tall as Shawn but still TALL. I was only 5'1 so the sweater was really just like a dress that stopped at my midthigh.

"Ready?" He asks holding out his hand. I look down at it and notice all the rings on his hand and the tattoos. Still mesmerized I put my own hand in his. I felt so oddly comfortable by Harry. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would do anyone any harm to anyone really.