A Table For One | Request

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EDITING THIS WAS A BITCH UGH

First of all, sorry for this being so long

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First of all, sorry for this being so long. Feel free to read this in two sittings!

Second of all, sorry to VixieLane for this Imagine taking so long. I've just been so busy but it's finally here and I hope you enjoy. I forgot to use your name, so I apologise but it's just y/n, so I hope that doesn't bother you.

And, your idea was followed but it changed a little and I carried on with a completely different storyline, which you'll see but I had so much fun writing it, which is why it's 5500+ words. Oops.

Okay, I won't keep you any longer. But please know that more super cute imagines are coming soon that I'm very excited for.

Please vote if you think this is worthy of one, don't forget to follow me and this book for future updates and I'll see you all soon for another update.

2016

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2016

I hand over the nightly fee that changes every night and bid my farwell as the doorman opens the large, oak doors with my arrival. The music grows louder as I walk further inside the underground bar.

I walk down the staircase of dark wood and eery lighting into a bustling bar with pounding music and the clinking of shot glasses. I smile at the thought of drowning out my pounding thoughts and growing regrets with a copper liquid that calls my name.

As I walk along the main floor, towards a bar a few people linger around, I take in the soft voice of a singer to the left of me. I look curiously and seen a man standing before a mic with a guitar in hand. He meets my gaze and gives me a sweet smile as he continues to sing a song by Ed Sheeran.

I turn away and continue my journey to the bar I've been awaiting all day. I take my seat on a black bar stool and hail down the bar tender thirstily. He strides over, leaning an arm on the bench with a wide smile, a towel draped over his shoulder.

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