“Hey boo!” I heard Ashley chime.
“Heyyy!” I replied sitting up in my bed to look at her.
“Me and Jake are kinda… tired.” She winked. “So we’re just gonna stay in tonight and watch a movie in our room.” She laughed. “I mean you can join if you want to.”
“No, no. That’s fine! I definitely don’t want to ruin your movie and sleep. I’ll just go down to the bar, since I can do that… because I’m 18!” I laughed. “Thanks for telling me though.”
“No problem boo boo.” She came over and hugged me, squeezed me actually.
“Okay, go! Go have sex with your man.” I pushed her off.
“Fine,” she moved from the bed. “Have fun at the bar, meet a cute guy.” she winked then turned out the door.
“So,” I pondered. “What to wear?” I opened my suitcase and dug around a bit, throwing clothes on the bed. I pulled out some leggings a loose shirt. I’m not trying to impress anyone, “just in case there are any cute guys.” I thought out loud. “let me just throw on some jewelry.” I put on a finger ring, and my One Direction bracelet because, well because I can! Then I just slipped on a pair of TOMS, grabbed my bag and headed down to the hotel lobby.
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The bar was empty, and by empty I mean two people sitting together in a booth. And one at the far end of the bar. I didn’t really mind. I liked it quiet, because that means that I could think. So I sat on a stool and asked the bartender a question.
“So, what would you suggest I have for my first drink?”
“Let me guess,” he said. “You’re 18 and are here on vacation.” He said.
“Yes sir.” I remarked. “This must happen a lot.” I assumed.
“Yes it does darlin’. Have an ID with you?” He asked. I pulled my ID from my purse and showed him my identification “Military ID, huh? Well, thank you sweet heart. For you I’d suggest a Sex on the Beach. Which you shouldn’t go doing with the first guy you see who walks in here after you drink it!” I laughed.
“Oh, no need to worry about that!” I confirmed. He nodded and turned around to make my drink.
“Excuse me sir, can I have a beer please. Your best one.” A deep, oddly familiar, British male voice said from a couple seats away. Whish is odd because I don’t know any one with an accent. I turned my head to get a look at his face, then immediately turned my head.
“Was that?” I thought. “No it couldn’t be.” I pulled my phone from my purse, which was hanging on the side the guy was on. I pulled it out and snuck another look. This time confirming my first thought. It was him, Harry Styles was sitting two seats away from me, at a bar, in the Bahamas. What?! How? What?!
“Here you go,” The bartender handed me my drink.
“Thank you.” I replied scooting it closer. Then he handed Harry his beer.
I stared at my phone, went through my twitter feed, then saw tweets about One Direction having a couple of months off. Well, I guess this made a little more sense now. Maybe, possibly. I shook my head and typed Harry’s first name into the search bar then clicked on his profile.
“Vacation Relaxation.” was his last tweet. So he’s here? How secluded was this hotel? I wondered.
I heard a laugh from beside me. “You know, the drink is better if you actually drink it.” I looked over at Harry who was looking at me. Harry Styles was looking at me.

Notes

Hey guys,
So I finally introduced Harry! I'm excited. It took me a while to figure out how to bring him in, in this chapter. I did like I promised. It gets better!!! Hope you like it!!
Thank yall.

Oh, And I made the outfit in case you were wondering what I envisioned while I was writing.
http://www.polyvore.com/annabelle_bar_scene/set?id=95458270

.xx R