GoldLover ▸ Leigharry

2 ~ C I T Y E S C A P E

Leigh-anne shivered with coldness as she held onto the robe that clinged to her body along with her clothes that she'd worn earlier. She snatched it up once she made a quick escape from the bathroom. Although that didn't help the cold air that flowed up the robe.

However that wasn't her biggest worry, it was Harry finding her. She could surely find someone else to help her with this situation. She was tired of the constant arguments and physical abuse with him.

Leigh-anne wasn't the type to take any form of abuse from anyone, espicially a curly-headed fuck. Thinking about him only made her anxiousness and anger grow more.

She needed to go to a bar to drink her worries away. She scanned the area of the city and in the distance she saw the bright 'open' sign flashing from a bar. Leigh-anne walked towards the bar and opened the door only to have everyone stare at her.

It felt like she was in some type of rodeo movie. She slowly made her way inside and sat on the stool by the bar and removed the robe from her body.

"Alright everybody eyes back on yer drinks!" A thick Irish accent ordered from behind the bar. Everyone slowly returned back to their conversations and she let out a breathe.

"Sorry bout that. They probally just have never seen Ya round' these parts," His wide smile made Leigh-anne feel a little bit better so she smiled back. She knew that it was probally the robe she was wearing that caused everyone to stare but she went with the blonde's assumption.

"Well I don't really get out much so that's probally why."

Leigh-anne always spent most of her time inside besides having to go to work everyday, but that didn't seem to count.

He stuck out a hand for a shake and said, "Niall Horan at yer service." She shook his hand and introduced her self as well, "Leigh-anne Pinnock."

Another person emerged from the back of the bar and Leigh-Anne looked to see a brunette with lips darker than cherries and a curvy figure. The brunette gave her kind smile as she made her way over to the two.

"Niall don't stand there with drool droppin' down your mouth an get the lady a drink." she ordered bumping arms with him. Leigh-anne held back a giggle when Niall's cheeks blushed a crimson red.

He glared at the woman and pulled out what he needed to make the drink, even though she hadn't give him her order yet.

"Jesy." She greeted when she noticed that she hadn't properly introduced herself yet. Jesy always wanted her customers to feel at home in her and Niall's bar so they always interacted with them. Some more than others but Jesy had rather not gotten in to detail about that.

"I'm Leigh-anne..should I be scared of what he's stirring up in there?" Leigh-anne asked jokingly causing a grin to rise on Jesy's lips as she glanced over at the Irish blonde.

"Nah, Niall knows what he's doing...sometimes."

"Hey!"

Leigh-anne and Jesy both shared a laugh before he served up his final masterpiece. The blue liquid was in a small martini glass and Leigh-anne couldn't help but eye it suspiciously.

"Oi! Go on..give it a try!" Niall urged.

Leigh-anne picked up the small glass and took small sips of it before sighing in relief. It was the perfect drink she needed to relax and not think about, him.

She downed the rest of the drink when her mind transferred back to the curly headed boy. She winced at the burning sensation she when it went down her throat.

"There ya go! That one was on the house." He winked and Leigh-anne bit her lip to suppress a smile.

Jesy rolled her eyes at the small scene she saw before her and glared in Niall's direction.