Storm [H.S.]

chapter 13

I can't tear my eyes away from him. The entire bar fades into black and his light is blinding. Will I ever look at him and not feel like this? I never thought I would be into someone this much after Jacob. I wasn't even into Jacob this much, not even close.

"Violet." Willow's faded voice snaps me out of whatever the hell trance I was in.

I turn towards her worried face. "Sorry."

"Are you okay? Do you want to go?"

"No no I'm fine." I look back at Harry who is still talking to Willow's ex whatever without a care in the world. "I just didn't expect to see him here."

"Yeah that makes two of us." She huffs. "Of fucking course they know each other. Do you think they've seen us? Oh god do you think they're talking about us?"

I turn back just in time to watch her down a shot of...tequila? How the hell did she get that so fast? I didn't even hear her order it.

"Willow they are not talking about us. They haven't even seen us yet."

"How do you know?" She scrunches up her face trying to handle the shot.

I look back to the stage and actually have to hold in a gasp when I see Harry's beautiful smile. The genuine one with dimples and everything. He's laughing at something guitar guy said and they seem really close.

"They're not looking this way at all and it's dark in here." I finally answer her question.

"You're right if he knew you were here, he'd be at this bar already."

I quickly whip back around and brace my arms on the bar top. Willow's right, if Harry sees me then he'll talk to me. If he talks to me, it's over. Everything I've been trying to build up between us to keep it professional will come crashing down with just one dimple aimed my way.

"Oh my god why does he have to be here?" I whine to her. "Alcohol and music and him is not a good combination for me. I'm trying to save our careers here."

"P-lease girl." Willow raises her hand flagging down the bartender. "You won't be able to resist him forever...two shots of tequila please." She tells the man. "Maybe stop worrying for one night and have some fun."

I roll my eyes as the bartender fills two shot glasses in front of us. "Fun is dangerous." I pick up the glass with her.

She raises hers to me. "To dangerous fun and our boy toys."

"He is not my boy toy." She gives me a pointed look until I clink my shot against hers and we throw them back.

"Wooo okay everything's fine I'm fine." I shake out my stress feeling the tequila coat my throat. "So what if Harry's here? So what if he's friends with your what's his name?"

"Hell yeah that's the spirit." Willow slaps my arm. "Oh his name is Sydney."

"Ow." I whisper loudly rubbing where she hit me.

"Sorry I got excited." She takes a long sip of her beer.

"Are you sure you're okay to see him?" She's taking a lot of sips of that beer without breathing in between.

"Yeah yeah I'm cool. I've decided I'm gonna talk to him. I need to apologize, it's long overdue."

"Okay great good for you." Wait that means Harry's gonna see me. I know I can't hide from him all night but I need time to prepare. "Sooo are you going over there right now?"

"Hell no I'm not ready." Willow takes another big sip that turns into a chug.

I let out a relieved breath and turn to look at them again. Sydney hands Harry his guitar while he stands up and grabs a beer from the side of the stage. He chugs it fast as hell before Harry hands the guitar back to him. Damn, Willow and him are a great match. Proving my thought, I turn back around to her ordering another beer.