We walk over to the bar, which is adjacent to the stage. I tell Becky to order me whatever she is having, as I fidget with my dress. Meanwhile, I can’t help but sneak glances at the guy on stage. Oh my god, did he just look at me. Shit, he caught me staring. “What?” Becky asks me, as I turn back around to face the bar with her, my back towards the stage.
“What, what?” I ask her, blushing.
“You just swore and banged into me while turning around in half a second. Are you really that bad in heels?” She laughed. “Lisa, I’m kidding. Why are your cheeks so red? That’s not just blush. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I’m sorry!” she continued, looking more serious.
“I don’t think I can do this. I’m already embarrassing myself and I’ve been here for less than a minute. I need some air, Bec. I’ll be right back,” I respond, beginning to walk towards the exit.
“Wait!” she yells, causing me to turn back around and press pause my journey to the outside “You didn’t even have a sip of your drink yet.” She throws cash on the bar and hands me my drink. I bring the glass to my lips and chug the drink down. Becky’s eyes widen as I hand her my cup of remaining ice. “What the fu-,” she begins.
I can’t help but laugh at her expression, which calms me down a little, but I still need a minute of fresh air. The bar isn’t too stuffy. Actually, it’s pretty relaxed, unlike me. “I’ll be right back. I have to make a phone call,” I lie. “Order me another drink, please,” I ask, with an angelic smirk on my face.
“Fine, Lisa. Five minutes,” she says, as I turn to walk away. “And I know you’re lying about the phone call.” I turn back around to see her rolling her eyes and smiling. I breathe a sigh of relief. This is why she’s my best friend. We may be different, but she understands me. “Only your mother calls you,” she teases, sticking her tongue out at me. I realize that I can only hear her from this distance because the music has stopped, which means that the gorgeous singer’s turn is over.
I instinctively look over at the stage and the curly-haired boy is replaced by a group of college-aged girls looking nervously at a screen of lyrics. My eyes glance over the bar, which is relatively empty still, as I move towards the exit. There’s no sight of the boy in all black, which ignites a strange feeling. Relief? Disappointment? I’m not sure.
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The Boy From the Bar (h.s.)
Fanfiction"Kiss me, Harry,” I whisper, almost as shocked at the words as he seems to be. “I thought you’d never ask, baby,” he says before delicately brushing his hand on my blushed cheek, letting it linger as he leans in. When our lips meet, I feel firework...
