Echoes // Niall Horan

Drunken Misadventures

       

London. 12:04 AM

The dimly lit pub washed over everyone's faces as a pop song was swaying its way to everyone's ears on the dance floor. The sound has picked up and the people started to dance wilder than before. The show has just started and I was not in the mood to dance.

"Um, excuse me!"

I try to shout above the loud song playing in the pub. The barista doesn't notice me and instead continues to chat up a young woman in the bar. I roll my eyes and sip the last of my beer and put it down the table. I scan my eyes over the room to find my friend. She was grinding on some clueless dude, probably a stranger she just met, and was dancing crazily. She caught my eye and waved, the beer she was holding was empty and she was crazily waving it around as she tried to signal me to come to the dance floor with her. I mouthed an "I'm okay" to her although I don't think she understood, she just looked behind her and started to snog the guy she was grinding.

Typical Sage.

"Hey can I-" I try to start to get another bottle of beer but I'm cut off by a young man who just arrived and sits beside me

"Yo! Ethan how you doing?!" The stranger shouts to the barista.

The barista turns away from the young woman he was chatting and moves in front of the stranger that just arrived.

"EY! Horan! How you been bro?" The barista replies while doing a handshake with the stranger.

"Doing good! Just got back from a gig! How about you? Saw you chatting up that lady over there."

"Nah man. Nothing can ever compare to how you doing. You've been the talk of the town bigshot. Here, this one's on me." He hands the stranger beside me a bottle of beer and I'm beyond pissed. This guy just gets to the bar and easily gets a bottle of beer? Hell no I've been here all night and the barista's getting on my last nerve. They start to continue their conversation but I cut them off

"Excuse Me!" I shout. They both turn to me, the barista looking annoyed.

"Yes ma'am? Can I get your order?" He gives me a fake smile

"Hi. Can I have another bottle of beer please?" I sarcastically say and he rolls his eyes. He hands me another bottle of beer. He's probably just pissed off because this was like the 6th beer I had ordered this night and I was nowhere near finished.

"Thank you. That wasn't so hard was it?" I smile fakely at him and quickly turn back around to look after my friend just before he could ask for my payment.

The strange man beside me chuckles.

"Don't worry Ethan, this one's on me." The strange man says while handing him some money and then turns around looking at the dance floor.

"So, what brings you here?" The stranger beside me says now facing to turn me, clearly trying to start a conversation with me but I just roll my eyes and ignore him. I'm so done with boys trying to win our hearts by buying us free drinks and then acting like they can just pick us up like a damsel in distress.

The strange man chuckles

"Come on, it's the least you can answer seeing as I just bought you a drink."

Woah. Cocky much?

"Look, just so you-" just as I start to chew off the ear of this cocky b*stard and as I turn to him, I realized this was no ordinary guy. This guy had a pint on his hand, wearing a blue and white striped shirt, khaki bomber jacket and some khaki shorts but what really threw me off were those blue eyes any girl would fall for.