all i need // l.p {au}

chapter eight

For the next few days, Liam didn't come to the bar. I went through the motions of bartending, trying not to wonder why he so hung up on me and why I wouldn't let him in.

"You seem upset," Tristan told me, as I was cleaning up the bar after closing.

"I'm not," I lied. I was really just worn out from not being able to sleep and the thoughts flooding my mind.

"Want to do something to take your mind off of it?"

"I'm not sleeping with you again, Tris. I thought I made that clear," I sighed.

"I didn't mean it like that," he defended. "I just meant we could watch a movie and get drunk."

"I don't drink."

"You work as a bartender and you don't drink?" he asked, stunned.

"First of all, I'm twenty and second of all, my dad was an alcoholic," I shrugged. I knew if I really wanted to, I could find a way to drink, but it didn't really appeal to me. I saw the way my father acted when he drank and I didn't want to become like that. I didn't blame Tristan for being so surprised though, he didn't know much about me at all and that was how I liked it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he laughed nervously.

"It's fine, really. But I think I will take you up on that movie offer," I said after I finished wiping the counter. "Let me just go grab my purse," I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. 

***

I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the bright light coming through my bedroom window. I tried to remember how I got to my bed, but I couldn't. I only remembered coming back and watching some dumb comedy with Tristan. I must've fallen asleep and he carried me here.

I found another one of his little notes on my bedside table. Hope that helped cheer you up, see you at work tonight. I smiled at his sloppy writing and set it back down, deciding not to tear this one up.

I yawned loudly and stretched my arms before grabbing my phone to check the time. 12:30. I decided that coffee was going to be a necessity today, so I quickly got out of bed to shower so I could go to the coffee shop before work.

I decided on wearing cheetah print leggings with an oversized gray t-shirt to be more comfortable. I styled my dark hair into a bun on top of my head to keep it out of my face. After applying minimal makeup, I told Daisy goodbye and started my drive to the coffee shop. I drove instead of walking today, so I could go right to work after.

It wasn't busy today and I was thankful. I ordered my vanilla latte, a large, and also one of their sandwiches. I had forgotten to eat before leaving and my stomach had been growling on the drive over.

"Here you go, miss," the barista smiled, handing me my order.

"Thanks," I said politely. I found an open table in the corner hoping for privacy and unwrapped my sandwich.

"Fancy meeting you here," a smirking Liam said, standing before me. I was about half finished eating and I wished that he hadn't spotted me. 

"I'm not in the mood," I groaned, setting my sandwich down.

He pulled out the other chair at my table and sat down. "Why so grumpy?" he asked, taking a long drink from his coffee.

"You," I said blankly.

"That's rough. So is that how it's going to be? We fucked and now we aren't going to speak again?"

I choked from his words, getting some sandwich stuck in my throat.

"Oh, my god," he rushed over and started hitting me on the back until I wasn't choking anymore. "You alright now?"

I took a sip from my latte and nodded. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" I asked, deciding to get to the point.

"I wouldn't say I'm obsessed," he grinned. "Just curious."

I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "Then why are you curious?"

"You just seem like a mystery to me. You intrigue me, I want to know everything about you."

"If you knew everything, I wouldn't be a mystery anymore," I pointed out.

"You would still intrigue me, Logan." I couldn't help the shiver that ran up my spine when he said my name. I chewed on my bottom lip, not sure what to say. "Let me take you out dinner, please," he said, leaning forward on the table. I could smell his cologne from here, intoxicating but not too powerful.

"I thought I made it clear that I don't date. How many times do I need to tell you?"

"Oh, come on Logan. Did I say it was a date?"

"That's usually what taking a girl to dinner is," I pointed out.

"Why don't we start out as friends, get to know each other. We don't have to label this," he flashed his brilliant smile. 

"I'm so going to regret this, but ok," I agreed.

***

I assumed that Liam was going to show up at the bar that night, but he hadn't showed. We had agreed to go to dinner this weekend and my body filled with nerves every time I thought of it.

Near closing, I was facing away from the bar when I heard my name being called from a vaguely familiar voice.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning around and starting to walk to the bar, but once I saw who it was, I stopped in my tracks. "Dad?" I gasped at the man sitting on a bar stool in front of me.

heyy (: sorry for this being kinda short, but i wanted the chapter to end this way. please vote and comment xx zoe