Clarity

I pulled up to the apartment complex I lived in after a farely smooth ten minute drive in the dumpster that I dared call a car. "Got to get the mail." I remind myself as I turn into the parking lot of the building before driving around to the back and slipping into one of the open parking spaces in the mini parking garage. Once I had killed the engine I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder as I opened my door so I could climb out, before slamming it shut then walking across the parking lot and into the lobby of my home.
"Hi Debby!" I called as I walked over to the front desk and pulled out my key while she shot me her award winning smile.
"Here to get the mail I recond?" She asks as she holds out a hand and I give her a small nod while dropping my key into it. "Haven't checked it in a couple days." I comment as I observe her scan the indoor mail boxes that were in the formation of small lockers, before she found mine and used my key to pop it open. "Nothing more then a bill and a magazine." She tells me as a small bundle is removed from my compartment and tossed into my hands shortly after the key which was used to lock it.
"Thank you!" I say as I offer a grin and she nods before turning to the door that a mother with her screaming child just walked through. I make no effort to have a conversation after that as I stuff the key in my pocket and tuck my mail under my arm while walking at a quick pace to the elevator that an elderly gentleman was holding open.
"Thank you mate." I say and he nods as we both step in and he presses the button for the top floor which is much to my relief, my floor. We then evolve into a rather awkward silence as I focused my gaze on the worn carpet beneath our feet while allowing my mind to wander in thought where ever it might please, which I instantly regretted because the image of a curly haired dark eyed lad popped into my thoughts and I dazed off completely.
He was strange.
Minus the fact that he like to threaten his students, put on random films about poets, and had a temper shorter then Justin Bieber's ding dong.
I couldn't exactly place what was strange about him but it was there. I did have to admit though on the standards of looks and age he definately stood out from the other teachers.
I then shook my head to erase him out of my mind and brushed a hand through my hair as the elevator opened on my floor and I waved to the old man as we both stepped off and walked in separate directions. Him to the left and me to right. I walked quietly down the hall then stopped at my apartment door.
"Scruff! I'm home."
I call out as I produce another key from my pocket and unlock the barrier between me in my home, only to be knocked off my feet by my Golden Lab. "Scruff!" I shout in protest as he nipped at my arm with a whine wanting attention but I pushed him away gently before standing up and closing my door then I picked up my fallen mail and placed it on the small end table in the hall.
"Now you can say hello." I state to the excited animal as I kneeled down and allowed him to give me slobbery kisses as I scratched behind his ears then hugged him affectionately.
"Good boy." I say as he pushes his wet nose against my chest causing me to laugh as I stood up once more only arising the temptation for him to jump up on me and I pushed him away playfully. "No boy!" I say as he whines then I pat his back as I begin to walk down the small hall and into the kitchen with him close at my heels.
"You hungry?" I ask and he runs to the small island counter in response which I smile at as I walked up behind him and push him to the side before opening the the cabinent doors and pulling out his dog food. "Here you go Scruffo." I say as I dump some into his bowl then move back so he can eat while I changed out his water and put the bag in it's place.
"Good boy." I compliment patting his head while he scarffed down the kibble and wagged his tail in appreiciation.
Once I was positive he was good I walked out of the kitchen and into my bedroom which needed to be cleaned big time. "Now lets see.." I mutter as I open my dresser draws and remove a light blue t-shirt and black skinny jeans that had cuffs at the bottom I had made for they were a bit big on me. The moment I had stripped down and was dressed in my new fresh clothes I walked into the bathroom and pulled out my hair gel and comb to make a small quiff as opposed to my messy usually feathery hair.
"How do I look boy?" I ask Scruff,
(who was still greedily eating his food only stopping for a lap of water) as I walk out pulling on my last white sneaker with one hand and trying to stuff my keys in my pocket with the other.
He perked his ears at my voice but made no move to look at me so I sighed. "I'll take that as good." I say scratching his bum before walking out of the kitchen once more and out of the apartment. This time around I took the stairs so I could avoid unessicary conversation with the tendents arriving home from their steady jobs, and used the back door to get to the parking garage quicker.
"Party time." I inform myself as I hopped into my car and started it up with a boom before rolling down my windows and turning on my radio so I could blast what my mum liked to call gangsta music out my windows as I drove to the bar. I quickly sent a text to Carson to let him know I was heading over as I peeled out then turned onto the road. The sun had just been setting behind the clouds as I began the drive that was going to be a bit bumpy this time but my music drowned out the obnoxious sounds my engine and car was making as I headed to my destination on the now packed roads.
I tap my hand on the side of my car as I sang along to the music while waiting at red lights and stop signs a bit impatiently. Finally after twenty minutes of all this I pulled into the parking lot of the high class well situated bar and spotted my friends as I drove by the long line. "Hey! There's the Tommo!" Carson hooted as I gave them a thumbs up before pulling into my usual parking place and turning off my car.
"Hurry up now!" Shailene called as I climbed out and locked my doors before stuffing my keys in my pocket. "You my friend have no patience in any matter." I tease as I duck under the red velvet rope and slip into line with them as Carson flips off the older but smaller people behind us for protesting.
"Aren't you lovely." Shailene says and I laugh as I kiss the top of her head while Carson wraps an arm around my neck and gives me a noogie.
"Missed you." He says and I smile as I give him a light punch in the ribs. "Course you did." I say waggling my eyebrows causing him to roll his eyes and pull his arm away so he could pinch me in the bum. "Jerk." I said swatting his hands away and he merely laughs as we move up in the line before he turns to Shailene and asks,
"Did you make our reservations? It was your turn you know."
And she nods as I rest an arm around her shoulders relieved to see the wait wouldn't be much longer for there was one more group ahead of us. "Hey...give me some attention..." Carson then complains as he grabs my free arm and loops it over his shoulders and I pinch his arm. "Name of group?" The man asks as we step up and Shai clears her throat as she says,
"Shailene Porter and company."
And he nods as his eyes concealed by sunglasses scan the list before he smiles and pulls back the chain so we can step inside, "Go right on in." He says brushing us inside the obnoxiously loud music and alcohal scented vicinity of the bar.
"Looks like an attractive crowd tonight!" Carson comments as Shailene adds,
"Meaning you better use protection."
Causing me to laugh as he tries to swat her. Carson was known for hooking up at least once if not more times in these places. "Lets get a drink and dance!" I the offer excitedly as I lead my now bickering friends to the bar and we scramble onto the stools with Shai on my left and Carson on my right. "What would you like?" The bartender asks the moment he catches sight of us and I shake my head to signal no as his eyes linger on Shailene.
"Just three cold beers." I order knowing my friends usually start with those.
The man nodded and turned away to pull out three glass bottles and slid them to us as I paid him then we hopped off the stools and went into the crowd which me and Shailene lost Carson in before the second minute. I didn't bother looking for him though, instead I sipped on my beer and danced with Shailene in the mass of sweaty sex craved bodies while letting my eyes drifted over the room in hopes of seeing a familiar face, which I gave up hope of with in minutes.
I danced with Shailene for awhile as we nursed our beers then she spotted a group of girls she knew from school and drifted off over to them to have some female company which left me lonely but understanding. "Better get another." I say to myself relieved no one could hear me over the music as I pushed out of the crowd and tossed my empty bottle into the trash. Then I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up to wipe off my sweaty face not caring I was revealing my stomach before walking over to the bar and taking a seat on one of the stools.
"Give me another beer." I say to the same man and he nods as turns away and I allow myself to get distracted by looking to the side at Shailene and her friends then Carson who was obviously wasted and dancing with a small group of girls that were on the verdge of pathetically clawing each others eyes out for his attention.
"Here Mr. Tomlinson." The bartender said and I heard the sound of a heavy drink be placed in front of me and I looked down at it.
"I didn't order this?" I say confused as I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat then a familiar voice says,
"No you didn't, but I did."
And my heart completely full on stopped as I twisted to the right in my chair.
"Mr. Styles?" I choke out in disbelief.

Notes

Cliff hanger! Dun. Dun. Dun!
I would've made it longer but I feel like I've written enough for now :)
Thank you so much for all the votes and lovely comments on the last chapter btw! I'm so happy people like this so far :3