It Was Just a Night at the Bar
Chapter 7
I looked at Felix. He could sense my mood. He seemed just as upset as I did. I shook off the call, then too a shower got ready for the day.
I could forget about Harry easily. I had plans for today and errands to run. No sly, handsome, charismatic, sweet guy from a bar is going to get in the middle of my life.
Okay. What do I need to do today?
Get food and a litter box for Felix.
Buy groceries at the market next door.
Get a new piercing.
Buy a new pair of doc martens.
Check out new record store.
Sounds like I have my work cut out for today. No stupid guy from the bar is going to get me down either.
***
Okay the Petco is right next to the market at the end of 23rd street. The piercing parlor is on the way to that cute little shoe store on 22nd street. Right now I'm headed to that new record store that opened up across the street from the pub I work at.
I walked into the store and was greeted by the smell of incents burning. I always loved that smell because when I was little, like really little, my mom would burn them all over the house. She would say it was so I would always associate the smell with her, but as I grew up I realized she was just covering up the smell over her blazing up.
The shop was close to empty other than three young guys, the blonde one manning the counter while the other two were stacking records.
"Hey, what're you lookin' for, love?" the blonde at the counter asked with a sweet Irish accent.
"Oh yeah, I was wondering if you had any of these bands." I said, handing him a crumpled up list I had in my pocket.
"Let's see here," he said as he opened the list. "Vampire Weekend, The Black Keys, Nirvana, Arctic Monkeys?" he smiled at me. "Really? You seem like more of a Panic at the Disco type of girl." I gave a smile back. "Just check around the corner, if you're havin' any trouble, my names Niall." I nodded and started for the other side of the store. I started to flip through the Passion Pit records when just then the front door opened, hitting the bell, alarming me that Harry was once again in my presence. I ducked down as quickly as I could and thought of how to make a quick escape. I started to crawl towards the door, the tables the records were sat on were tall enough to cover my back.
"Hey Niall, when do you get off so we could all grab a bite." Harry said to Niall. Wait a minute. They're friends? Why does he know everyone?!
"Not for another hour." he replied.
"Oh come on, no one is even here!" Harry yelled.
"What? No. There was a cute girl here just a second ago." Niall said, presumably looking around.
"There was?" Harry said as I heard him start to walk near me. I froze. Shit. This wasn't good. I was about to crawl the other way, but just when I was about to come around the corner, two booted feet were in front of my face. I slowly changed my gaze from the feet to the face staring down at me. "Jacey?"
I gulped and stood up. "Oh hey Harry, funny seeing you here." I let out a nervous laugh after.
"You never called me back." he said, a look of hurt in his eyes.
"That's not true. Some guy Louis answered and told me that he'd tell you I called." I said, returning the same look. "he also told me about how popular you are with girls." Harry's eyes then widened.
"He told you that?" he said, a crack in his voice.
"Yes. And if you'd excuse me, I need to finish up my errands." I said shoving him in the shoulder so I could pass him. I was so upset and angry and sad. I'd never felt this way about any guy before. They had never meant anything to me before. What was happening to me?
Harry's POV:
She shoved right past me and left. She looked so annoyed and angry. And then I felt a strange emotion bubble up inside me. My brain was saying "fuck her and her pretentious-ass self, it's not your fault you're a lady's man." but my heart, or whatever, was saying "go after her and explain." and I didn't know what to listen to. Yeah sure I get around, and yeah maybe I hid that from Jacey when I had been with her, but-- I don't know what point I was trying to make.
I could forget about Harry easily. I had plans for today and errands to run. No sly, handsome, charismatic, sweet guy from a bar is going to get in the middle of my life.
Okay. What do I need to do today?
Get food and a litter box for Felix.
Buy groceries at the market next door.
Get a new piercing.
Buy a new pair of doc martens.
Check out new record store.
Sounds like I have my work cut out for today. No stupid guy from the bar is going to get me down either.
***
Okay the Petco is right next to the market at the end of 23rd street. The piercing parlor is on the way to that cute little shoe store on 22nd street. Right now I'm headed to that new record store that opened up across the street from the pub I work at.
I walked into the store and was greeted by the smell of incents burning. I always loved that smell because when I was little, like really little, my mom would burn them all over the house. She would say it was so I would always associate the smell with her, but as I grew up I realized she was just covering up the smell over her blazing up.
The shop was close to empty other than three young guys, the blonde one manning the counter while the other two were stacking records.
"Hey, what're you lookin' for, love?" the blonde at the counter asked with a sweet Irish accent.
"Oh yeah, I was wondering if you had any of these bands." I said, handing him a crumpled up list I had in my pocket.
"Let's see here," he said as he opened the list. "Vampire Weekend, The Black Keys, Nirvana, Arctic Monkeys?" he smiled at me. "Really? You seem like more of a Panic at the Disco type of girl." I gave a smile back. "Just check around the corner, if you're havin' any trouble, my names Niall." I nodded and started for the other side of the store. I started to flip through the Passion Pit records when just then the front door opened, hitting the bell, alarming me that Harry was once again in my presence. I ducked down as quickly as I could and thought of how to make a quick escape. I started to crawl towards the door, the tables the records were sat on were tall enough to cover my back.
"Hey Niall, when do you get off so we could all grab a bite." Harry said to Niall. Wait a minute. They're friends? Why does he know everyone?!
"Not for another hour." he replied.
"Oh come on, no one is even here!" Harry yelled.
"What? No. There was a cute girl here just a second ago." Niall said, presumably looking around.
"There was?" Harry said as I heard him start to walk near me. I froze. Shit. This wasn't good. I was about to crawl the other way, but just when I was about to come around the corner, two booted feet were in front of my face. I slowly changed my gaze from the feet to the face staring down at me. "Jacey?"
I gulped and stood up. "Oh hey Harry, funny seeing you here." I let out a nervous laugh after.
"You never called me back." he said, a look of hurt in his eyes.
"That's not true. Some guy Louis answered and told me that he'd tell you I called." I said, returning the same look. "he also told me about how popular you are with girls." Harry's eyes then widened.
"He told you that?" he said, a crack in his voice.
"Yes. And if you'd excuse me, I need to finish up my errands." I said shoving him in the shoulder so I could pass him. I was so upset and angry and sad. I'd never felt this way about any guy before. They had never meant anything to me before. What was happening to me?
Harry's POV:
She shoved right past me and left. She looked so annoyed and angry. And then I felt a strange emotion bubble up inside me. My brain was saying "fuck her and her pretentious-ass self, it's not your fault you're a lady's man." but my heart, or whatever, was saying "go after her and explain." and I didn't know what to listen to. Yeah sure I get around, and yeah maybe I hid that from Jacey when I had been with her, but-- I don't know what point I was trying to make.
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