the night we met | h.s

three

Time seemed to be moving ever so slowly. The multiple drinks coming my way didn't seem to speed anything up.

It felt as if I was sitting aimlessly, twiddling my thumbs waiting for something to happen. I soon realized nothing would actually happen sitting in this stuffy bar on this uncomfortable stool.

I almost left. I nearly hopped off my seat and ran towards the doors, searching for something greater than this so far boring night. I almost left. Until I heard his voice.

"Hey can I get a few bandaids?" His voice caused me to jump a little bit at just how deep it was. He had a smooth British accent, which I would never expect from this part of town, but somehow his voice was raspy as well.

I turned to my left to find the owner of the voice and I was met with black fabric. I craned my neck up since I was both extremely short and sat on a stool, to find brown curly hair falling to the side of his face.

His eyes seemed to snap away from the bartender as soon as his request was voiced and seemed to look everywhere else. As soon as his eyes met mine however his gaze quickly stopped lingering around the room.

His eyes were green like mine. But his were insanely green. They reminded me of all the times I took a road trip through a forest and I couldn't keep my eyes off the staggering evergreen trees. His eyes had a certain glaze over them and I had a feeling it may have something to do with the alcoholic beverages being served.

My pale green eyes probably looked dull to him.

He had a long sleeve black button up, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and paired it with black skinny jeans. His arm rested on the counter and I noticed black ink dotted over the entire surface of his arm that I could see. His veins intertwined with the multiple tattoos he had and the rings on his fingers danced in the light as his hand moved around.

It was obvious I was "checking him out" but I wouldn't consider this checking him out, I'd call it scanning my surroundings. He just happened to be my surroundings. I would have felt more embarrassed about it if he hadn't been doing the same thing. I could feel his eyes scanning over me and I noticed the light glaze start to fade away.

The bartender slapping the bandaids the boy in front of me had asked for interrupted both of our thoughts and stares. His eyes snapped to the small packets beside us as mine snapped down to my drink. I spun my stool back towards the table top figuring the moment with the beautiful boy next to me was over, but when he slowly sat on the stool next to mine my thoughts changed.

It was obvious he had completely forgotten about whoever needed the bandaids and his eyes stayed trained on me. I felt squirmy under his stare after a little bit and I decided to finally speak.

"If you're going to keep staring at me you might as well introduce yourself." I wasn't being entirely hypocritical considering I stopped staring when the moment was over.

My words must have snapped him back into place because a small smirk traced his lips when he comprehended my sentence.

"I'm Harry. And I was not staring, I was examining." I almost snorted at his excuse as I took a sip of my third scotch. A smile matching his made its way onto my features and I didn't plan on it leaving.

"I'm almost certain staring and examining are pretty much the same thing." My eyes flicked to him and I noticed him shrug his shoulders, admitting I was right. He ran a hand through his short but wild hair and his curls didn't even straighten. His hair wasn't necessarily short, it just fell over his forehead and a few strands reached his eyes if they weren't tamed. I had known him for about five minutes and his hair was already my favorite out of everyone I've met.