Love Will Tear Us Apart

As everyone in the bar begins their closing routine, I stay behind. That's one of the perks of being Harry Styles from One Direction... People let you do pretty much whatever you want. Well, most people do...
"Stop it," she hisses at me. The side of my mouth quirks up in amusement as I try to focus my hazy eyes on her face. She looks very annoyed with me, but it's one of the things I like about her.When I don't stop looking at her, she heaves a sigh and glares at me. Our eyes lock, and I;m left wondering if she can hear my heart pounding too.
"Harry, stop it!" she hisses again "Stop staring at me, I'm trying to work!"
"Kiss me and I'll stop staring," I slur, offering her my best aluring, cheeky smile. Her eyebrows shoot up and knit together; after a second I see her screw her mouth to the side to hide the amused smile trying to creep upon her face.
"You're drunk," she says, shaking her head at me then turning away.
"The hell's the difference between being drunk and being in love?" I mutter, suddenly feeling a little dizzy. "Ugh," I groan.
"If you're going to be sick, go to the bathroom," she says, coming around the bar and taking my arm, pulling me up from my chair. She tries to lead me to the bathroom, but I stop walking and pull her to a stop with me, peering up to look at me. "I'm serious, Harry. If you're going to be sick--"
"You're beautiful," I tell her, pulling her closer to me. She brings her arms up so they're between us, but it doesn't matter. All I want is for her to be near me; when I make no other move I feel her relax a bit. I can feel her fingers lightly pressing against my shirt, and I'm wondering if she can feel how hard my heart is beating as she lays her head lightly against my shoulder. She's so unaware of how aware I actually am of her every move... I don't think she realizes it yet, but she's important to me.
All I want, all I need, she is the air I would kill to breathe...