As promised here is chapter 4, thank you for 400 reads we love you all so much, enjoy.
• MALI JAY'S POV •
I closed the shop early.
Why?
1. It's my shop
2. I really wanted a tequila shot
I think those two reasons alone are good enough points to prove that I'm allowed to close the shop early.
If not then, fuck off.
Please.
Harry and I decided to meet at out regular bar, it was where we met actually. I was drinking alone, and he decided to pity me. What a foolish mistake. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. I'm a mess really, a poorly dyed hair, flower tattooed mess. Looking back on it now, he was underage and probably wanted me to buy a drink for him (little did he now that I had a fake I.D.)
None the less, for some ungodly reason Harry wanted to be my friend. I don't ever remember agreeing to our friendship he kinda just threw it at me. I was okay with it though seeing as he was the only friend I really had.
I work alone, I live alone (with the exception of Toad and Kat), and I'm just alone in LA.
So, Harry and I decided to meet at our regular bar. It was called Tony's, yet I have never seen anyone there with that name. Maybe the owner was dead or a douche bag who didn't have the courtesy to show up to his own business. I'm choosing the latter.
It was now 8:57 P.M., the bar was just filling up with late night drinkers. I was excited to drink with Harry again, the last time we did was a few weeks after his 21st birthday and he got so hammered that the bartender just let us sleep in the booth for the night.
I was sitting on a bar stool sipping on a rum and Coke, whilst sporting a very flattering pair of jeans.
That was sarcasm.
My outfit consisted of loose boyfriend jeans, which I actually bought in the men's department, and a ill-fitting tee. Cute, right?
"There's the super model!" a shout pulled me out of my thoughts.
There was Harry Styles, he was not alone.
There was Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and last but not least...Zayn Malik.
What? I do my research.
Suddenly, I regretted my outfit choice. I wanted to make a good first impression; these were members of Harry's family, and I was some random girl who looks more like a charity case than a friend.
Harry did a little skip and scurry up to me on the bar stool, and wrapped his arms tightly around me. It was a hug fans would envy.
"Sorry, I know your rule on hugging 'n all, but this is just too exciting!" he exclaimed letting me go.
"I'll let it slide if you buy my second round." I smirked
"Deal, but first you have to meet my mates," he said, "Lads! This is MJ, MJ these are my lads."
"Wow, Harry you do know how to introduce people." I said slapping his chest.
"God Zayn, you weren't kiddin' when you said she was fit." Louis exclaimed dragging me out of my Marry moment.
"I don't think I used those exact words." Zayn mumbled, embarrassed.
Holy shit. Excuse my French, but did Zayn call me fit and did Louis agree?
"6 shots of Jose Cuervo, please." I shouted at the bartender.
"Hi love, I'm Liam. It's nice to finally meet you, Harry's been keeping you a secret for far too long." The brunette boy said.
"I hardly think I'm a secret, I've been around for awhile, but it's nice to meet you too. All of you that is." I said sitting back down on my bar stool and throwing back a shot.
"How long have you and Harry known each other anyway?" Niall asked.
"Um, about 4 years now, maybe a little less. I used to buy him alcohol." I shrugged.
"Sick." Louis said downing his own shot.
"You know what MJ? I think we're going to have to keep you around." Niall laughed.
"I think I'm going to let you." I smiled
It was a good night, the best I had in awhile.
But there was more to come and I couldn't wait.
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AN
That ending though.
WHAT'S JOSE CUERVO'S FAVORITE BOOK?????
TEQUILA MOCKINGBIRD!!!
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