Later that day

I had woken up in the afternoon with a pounding headache from all the crying. It was way past the time I was supposed to go in for my session, but I wouldn't have gone even if I had been up at the right time.

How would I be able to face Harry again?

This morning had been horribly embarrassing. I didn't want to be confronted by him and relive our almost kiss.

I trudged across the hallway into my compact bathroom, squinting my eyes when the bright light flickered on. The aspirin container in my medicine cabinet was nearly full, since I rarely had headaches.

While gulping down the small pill with cold water, I remembered I still had to work at the pub tonight. Just great. I thought to myself.

The rest of my Friday was spent lounging on my couch in warm pajamas while texting Layla. The Kardashians had been playing for a couple hours straight, and I was really getting into it.

"You don't have to be such a bitch!" one of the sisters screamed at the other.

This show was hilarious.

Then it seemed as if time had flew by, the time on my phone reading five. I had work in an hour and was still on the couch.

Still groggy from lack of sleep, I stumbled to my room to prepare for tonight.

I chose a loose tank top with a cute patterned skirt, throwing in a ring and handbag to complete the look. I was lucky I didn't have to wear a uniform for work, or my clothes would never make it out of the closet.

http://fashionfinder.asos.com/womens-looks/blake-lively-casual-summer-86754 Lucy

After combing and straightening my hair a bit, I was all ready to go with twenty minutes until my shift began.

Grabbing my keys and phone, I set off to another long night.


~


I was actually enjoying my night, despite the events that took place this morning. The bar wasn't packed, but a little crowded. It getting late, but I didn't want to go home.

A bunch of college boys had come in, and they were hot.

I didn't really flirt with them, I wasn't a one nightstand kind of girl, but casual talk was fine.

http://www.seventeen.com/love/hot-guy-panel-talk-to-a-guy-at-a-party The Boys

"You sure are pretty," a blonde hair guy out of the group complimented me. He wore a light blue collar shirt, with his hair pushed back from his forehead.

Like I said before, he was hot.

I blushed, feeling the heat come over my cheeks and thanked him while turning away to hide my face.

"Why don't you give me your number?" He asked coyly.

Jeez, he gets right to the point.

"I'm sorry, I don't really know you that well..." I was being honest, if I knew him better I would definitely give it to him, I was just more cautious because of my past.

"That's too bad," he said while grabbing his drink and heading over to his friends.

One guy dared the group to a shot contest, and I happily obliged. While I filled up the glass cups, I caught a glimpse of curly hair coming through the door. I almost dropped the shots when I realized who it was.

Harry.


~


Why was he here? He knew I would be working, and should know I wouldn't want to see him since I didn't come in this morning. My eyes kept wandering over to the table he sat at, it felt like I was being pulled toward him.

He kept sneaking glances at me, and once our gazes connected, but I broke it apart. Harry was also sending cold looks to the guys I was having a good time with.

Why would he even care if I was around them, he was the one who didn't want to kiss me.

Wait a second.

Maybe he was jealous! I turned my attention to the blonde that had flirted with me earlier. If Harry wasn't attracted to me at all, he wouldn't mind if I flirted with other guys, right?

This was gonna be fun.


~

Harry's POV


She was fucking all over him. What the hell! She wasn't even trying to do it secretly!

The kid looked like he walked out of a magazine, a boy toy.

What would she even want with him?

I stared at them with venom as Lucy threw her head back laughing, her blonde waves flying through the air. How could he make her giggle like that? He wasn't even trying, his shoulders rised a bit as he chuckled.

Then she leaned over the counter, her boobs literally in his face, giving him a clear view of her hefty rack. He eagerly obliged and I watched the asshole take in the sight.

He was pissing me the fuck off, I swear if he lays a hand on her-

Lucy took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. It better not have been what I thought she did.
How could she give him her number! She didn't even know the creep, you'd think she would be a little more careful.

Blood was pumping through my veins, filling me with adrenaline.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, and I was getting ready to attack. When he pulled away, Lucy nodded and flashed him a smile.

She came around the counter and began to follow him to the dance floor.

No fucking way.

I wasn't sitting her watching them grind on each other, I should be the one taking her to dance!
My feet started moving but it wasn't me controlling my actions, I strode over to them, shoving the dude out of my way.

Lucy's eyes widened with surprise, she should know I wasn't going to let this happen.

"And what the hell do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself around like a slut?" The words tumbled out of my mouth, but I didn't mean them. Some unknown feeling was making me act different.

Her face grimaced in hurt, but then quickly turned into defense.

"I can dance with guys! Have you ever thought I wanted a good tip? Or to have a good time?" She practically screamed at me.

"Oh, bullshit!" I replied,"You fucking knew I was watching!" My voice was straining from the amount of force I had put into that sentence.

Suddenly the guy who had been thrown to the side butted in.

"I think she was just flirting with me for herself," he said as my fist collided with his nose, creating a loud popping sound.

He fell to the ground as I held my hand, my knuckles hadn't fully healed from my previous workout.

"Luke! Oh my god," Lucy screeched while she bent down beside him.

His nose was obviously broke, leading to the pool of blood around him. I didn't know what had come over me in that moment, I hadn't gotten into a real fight in years.

Lucy's scared eyes looked up to me.

"You should leave," she demanded before attending to Luke.

I stormed out of the pub, not looking back once. Fuck, what did I do?


~

Lucy's POV


Luke lied on his back, blood trailing out of his nose beside him. If I had known that this would've ended with someone hurt, I would've never tried to make Harry jealous.

This whole day had just been a disaster!

"I'm going to get you some napkins," I informed Luke before going to the supply closet.

When I returned his buddies were gathered around do him, as Luke retold the earlier events.

"Yeah that girl is fucking crazy!" He finished just as I pushed through the group.

Luke's eyes landed on mine, he must not have seen me come back.

What a jerk.

I threw the napkins at him and told them all to leave. After they departed, everyone else at the bar followed, finding nothing to be entertained with after the fight.

I sat down on one of the bar stools, looking around at the pub.

Bloody napkins were on the ground, with random glasses and bottles littering the rest of the place.
While cleaning up the mess, I went over tonight in my head. Then it hit me, Harry was clearly pissed off for some reason.

But why?

Notes

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