The Bartender

Ice Ice Baby

"hey, hey you, you I don't like your girlfriend No way, no way
I think you need a new one" I sing through the microphone

Hey, hey you, you
I know that you like me no way, no way. no, it's not a secret Hey, hey
You, you I want to be your girlfriend" Mikey sings back getting on his knees as if he was begging

"You're so fine I want you mine You're so delicious I think about you all the time you're so addictive don't you know what I can do to make you feel all right?" I smile leaning into the microphone

"Don't pretend I think you know
I'm damn precious and, hell yeah
I'm the motherfuckin' princess I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right" Mickey laughs

"She's like so, whatever you could do so much better I think we should get together now" I say looking out into the audience and spot a brown mop of curly hair, with those emerald green eyes staring right into my blue ones I feel a rush of excitement wash over me as he's right there.

We finish the song and head back to the bar Perrie high fives us cheering as he walk past her "that was fab!" She exclaims she passes me a drink and winks at me then looks forwards to the other side of the bar, the mop of curly hair is walking towards the bar, as he gets closer I can make out that be he's holding hands with someone. Entwined with his fingers was the girl that he had been kissing the other night when I went out for a cigarette then they disappeared.

She has long brown hair, brown eyes, she's wearing a little sequin dress. Her face is covered in makeup with bold eyeliner. She laughs at something that he had just said but overkills it laughing too much. Her stands at the bar she smiles whispering something into his ear before walking away.

"Hey what can I get you?" I ask him, looking in his eyes he looks sad, alone... But he's always around people from what I see

"Vodka coke and a white wine" he says taking action seat "been busy?" He asks making conversation

"Not really, was off yesterday and just chilled with me, myself and I" I smile pouring vodka in a glass

"Surprised you weren't planning for your wedding" he says looking away my head snaps up, wedding? Where has he got that from

"Me, getting married. Your having a laugh right" I am confused as to how he got to that I pour the come into the glass then get a wine glass ready to pour the wine

"No reason" he smiles "must have got my wires crossed"

"So she your girlfriend, or just a friend?" I ask him he laughs

"None of them, was just for a little bit of fun" he says not seeing that she had returned, she swipes for him at full force on his right hand side cheek leaving a crimson red hand print

"Just fun, that wasn't want you were saying before! Stay away from me" she shouts before walking out of the bar it all goes quiet and all eyes land on Harry but it soon picks up again.

"I'm such a moron, why would I do that?" He shakes his head in disbelief he downs the vodka coke in a few gulps "I'll have some vodquila"

I quickly whip him up a vodka/tequila shot and pass it to him. He won't be able to walk after that I think to myself, the mix of the devil's. The drink to make you forget everything.

"Hey" Perrie says walking over "what happened?" She asks looking at Harry as he takes the shot

"I made a friggen dick move" he says looking at Pez "I deserve this" he says pointing to his cheek "fuck that hurts" he winces in pain

"Lou, take him into the back and get some ice on it" Perrie says pushing me out of the bar to get Harry I shake my head at her in disbelief... Me and him in the back alone, I'm freaking out. I shouldn't have given him that least shot.

I go around to him and help him stand up he puts his arm around my waist "gosh your skinny" he says rubbing this fingers on the side of my ribcage he leans on me to walk we walk around the back of the bar and into the back room

"You should feel blessed, this part of the bar is only for VIPS" I joke smiling

"I'm a VIP?" He gets himself so excited that he looses balance and he makes me fall to the ground he lands on top of me he burts into hysterics which is quite infectious as I soon can't help but to laugh with him. He soon stops and stares into my eyes "your eyes are beautiful. I-I could get contact lost in them" he says I'm to in shock to do or say anything a little smile creeps it way onto his face. His face gets closer and closer to mine I can taste the alcohol on his breath and I'm brought back to reality, I can't let this happen.

I bring my hand up to stroke the hair out of his eyes he flinches "let's get some ice on that"