Puzzle of My Heart (Westlife Fan Fiction) Completed

Chapter 31 - Over there

The guy in the bar gave me an amused look. At least someone seemed to find my miserableness amusing.

It didn't take long until I started to feel dizzy and almost sick. I had to rest my forehead in my hands.

"You've been dumped, haven't you?"

The bar guy looked at me while he dried the inside of a glass with a towel.

"No, I dumped him. My stupid fucking idiot."

I've never drunk this much alcohol at once before. I wasn't used to it. But it did calm my emotions, even though I still carried a stone of guilt in my chest. It never seemed to fade.

He kept on drying glass after glass, sometimes throwing a gaze on me. Then he asked again.

"What did he look like?"

Weird question if you ask me. But I answered, trying to act polite, despite my drunkenness.

"Tall, dark blond, good looking. Why would you ask that?"

Rubbing the spotless glass, he answered with a smile. "That's not far away from how people would describe me."

"You're kidding, right? Are you hitting on me just after I've broken up with a guy that I still love? You're an idiot." Apparently, the alcohol had made it through my system. I was more free spoken than I would ever be as sober in this situation.

"I'm just fucking with you."

"Well, thanks for that. Just what I needed."

What was my point with this? Getting drunk to bury my feelings, having a pointless conversation with the bar worker, and waiting for my friends to find me like a pile of crap. Good plan, good plan.

"But I'm pretty sure I spotted him over there."

"Huh?"

"Your ex boyfriend."

"What about him?" Slow thinking seemed to be another consequence of my drinking.

"He's sitting over there, with some others, at the round table." He said and pointed discreetly.

I threw my gaze at his direction. I spotted a man in dark jacket and a dark blond hairstyle, not drinking.

"It can't be him." I said and squinted as much as I could. Due to the alcohol my sight seemed to get worse too. "Oh fuck... Ah, yeah it's him." I turned away my gaze. "Oh my god..." I wasn't moving an inch but still sweating like crazy. I could feel my heartbeat as clear as someone was drumming in my chest.

"I recognise him in some way-"

"He's in Westlife."

"Really?" He had a think. "Yeah, that's why I know his face."

"You listen to Westlife?"

"I have a sister. That kind of says everything, doesn't it?"
He noticed my paralysation. "My advice is to not talk to him in your conditi-"

But I was already on my way at his direction.