Bright Lights
Chapter 1
Hunter's P.O.V.
As I got out of the shower I heard my phone vibrate. I rushed to my dresser where I left it and saw that Nick, the owner of a popular bar in the center of Boston wanted me to sing tonight. About a year ago I met him at the bar and we became, I guess you call it fuck buddies, ever since. He's attractive, don't get me wrong, but a total dick. But, hey, it gets me gigs, I'm paid well for singing and I get free drinks. I quickly got dressed and did my hair and make up and was ready to go.
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As I pulled into my parking spot and made my way towards the door, I passed two men having a smoke outside. I could really go for a cigarette right now, but I promised myself I would quit because of my dance career. I walked in through the main doors and was engulfed by the familiar scent of alcohol and smoke. This was by far my favorite place in the world.
When I walked past the bar on my way to my favorite booth, I signaled the bartender to bring me my usual drink. Before I turned towards the booth a guy about my age sitting at the bar caught my eye. He was looking down at his drink so a beautiful mop of curly brown hair fell down in front of his face. I guess he could feel me staring at him because he looked up and the most piercing emerald green eyes I have ever seen met mine. He looked me up and down and winked but our moment was too quickly ended by my name being shouted from my group of friends who were gathered in a booth in the back corner of the room. I make my way over there and sat next to Nick. He leaned over and whispered in my ear that I was performing next and started the leave kisses down my neck. I quickly got up and walked towards the stage to get ready to sing.
Harry's P.O.V.
I looked up and was met by a pair of beautiful deep brown eyes. This girl was gorgeous. I watched as she turned toward someone shouting her name and walked towards the back of the bar. The bartender quickly brought a drink over to her, it looked like scotch. Why the hell is he giving a girl as tiny as her a glass of scotch that big? Does he want her to pass out after her first drink of the night?
When he returned I asked, "Did you give that tiny girl a scotch?" He chuckled and replied "yeah she drinks like an Irish man,"
"Who is she anyway?" I asked.
He chuckled again and replied "You, my friend, will never get her. Every guy in the bar has tried to get her. Look, she's even giving the owner the cold shoulder," I looked over to where he was pointing and saw a man leaving kisses down her neck and her quickly getting up and making her way towards the stage.
"Anyway," the bartender continued, "her name is Hunter Ray. She sings here a few nights a week. She's very good. Ah, look she's singing now."
Hunter's P.O.V.
I made my way to the stage and started to sing Maybe You're Right by Miley Cyrus. I love this song. As soon as her album came out I learned it and have been performing it ever since. It seems to be a crowd favorite.
As I was singing I looked out towards the bar area and was met by the same pair of emerald eyes as earlier. I could stare into those eyes for hours. We kept eye contact until the end of the song when I was shaken out of my daze by the audience applauding. I said a quick thank you and went to sit back down at my booth. Nick leant in the kiss me but I quickly turned my head so he got my cheek instead. I didn't mean to be bitchy but I had my eyes on a certain someone with curly brown hair and green eyes at the moment.
I brought my drink to my lips and tipped my head back bringing the last few drops to the back of my throat. I got up and made my way towards the mystery guy.
As I walked over I felt his eyes watching my every move. I sat down on the bar stool next to him and asked, "Like what you see?"
"Please don't flatter yourself" he replied with a smirk.
"Funny cause you couldn't keep your eyes off me before" I smirked back.
"I'm Harry" he says as he extended his arm towards me.
"Hunter" I reply while shaking his hand.
He takes a sip of his beer"So tell me about yourself"
"We'll I'm 19-"
"How did you manage to get into a bar at 19?"
"Well I'm good friends with the owner-"
"So you fucked him?" He asked with a small laugh.
I laughed and playfully hit his arm. "hey! But yeah i did...oops! BUT I'm also a good singer and they like my voice" I said as I motioned to the people in the bar "any way, how old are you?"
"I'm also 19."
"So how did you manage to get in here?" I asked with my brows furrowed.
"Because I'm Harry Styles" he said rather matter-o-factly.
"And I'm Hunter Ray...." I replied.
"You really don't know who I am?"
"Am I supposed to?" Now things got a little awkward. He looked down and didn't say anything. I don't know what it was but there was something about him that made me unable to control myself .
"I would grab you and bring you back to my house for a long night of fun but I have to teach early in the morning so do you want to just go hook up in the bathroom?" I asked and then bit down on my lip.
"I thought you'd never ask" He replied with an adorable dimpled smile. I smiled and quickly grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the back of the bar. As we passed my group of friends I felt Nick's eyes burning into me. I'm not sure why but I gave him a bitchy smirk as I pulled Harry into the bathroom.
As soon as the door was closed I connected my mouth to his. The kiss was deep and passionate. And, hell, he was the best kisser I've ever been with. And I've been with a lot of guys so this was saying something. As his hands ran down my side and onto my thighs, my hands made their way to his hair and I fisted his beautiful brown curls. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he sat me on the counter. He tried to put his tongue into my mouth and when I denied him entrance he squeezed my ass allowing a small gasp to escape my mouth. He took this as his opportunity and stuck his tongue into my mouth.
Just as the kiss became more heated, we heard a flush come from one of the stalls. Well this is embarrassing. He quickly moved back as I jumped down from the counter and straightened out my dress. My very drunk best friend, Joelle, stumbles out of the stall and made her way towards the sink.
"Heeeyyyyy Hunter!" she slurred. "I've been looking for you! Nick wants you to sing one more song then your free to go" she said as she left the bathroom.
Before I left Harry asked, "What are you doing tomorrow?" with a small smile.
I was really upset because I was teaching dance classes all day at my studio. But I gave him a slip of paper and said "come by this address tomorrow and you'll see."
I exited the bathroom and made my way to the stage, sang my final song, and left.
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(Hunter's townhouse: http://tinyurl.com/na6xjes)
I felt like I was going to pass out so I quickly made my way up to my room (http://hotstyledesign.com/living-room-ideas-design-conversation/psychedelic-houseconversation-pit-design/) and into my closet (http://tinyurl.com/nsbx4u4).
I changed into a red plaid flannel shirt that was on the floor. As I walked out I realized it was Nick's. Oh well.
I pulled back my covers, jumped into bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.
11/24/13