•We are not the kind that in the end get eachother•
To meet someone you know you've known before
Harrys POV:
I sat in the booth with some friends and was having a "great-time". I was trying to let loose, but i was just up in my own mind. The new place was nice. Not really my favorite type-kind of bar/club. I don't know. I sighed and sipped my martini. I eyed the room. A pair of drunk-blonde-girls who was screaming and laughing so loud that nobody could ignore them, a group of hooligans infront of the TV, and by the bar some half-drunk men who probably just came home from a business-trip. At the end of the bar there was a prostitute probably lookin for some costumers. I went back to the conversation at my table. We were apprently talking about some stupid tennis-match.
I discoverd that my glass was empty. I stood up and headed it towards the bar. I overheard some of the suit-and-tie-guys. "But come'on sweetheart.." I saw how they were drooled over the girl at the end of the bar. She just ignored them. The guys kept going and she did'nt spoke a word. Finally i got my drink and went back to my table. I watched the guys and the poor girl by the bar. She kept drinking and they kept asking her about a fuck. I took a large gulp and headed it towards the girl by the bar. I leaned against the bar with one elbow and watched her drink. Her red lipstick was leaving marks on the glass. She gave me a glace. I bit my lip and tried to look as sexy as possible. I licked my lips, i knew the most girls fell for it. She carefully placed her glass down and crossed her legs. "If your lookin for a shag i know some hookers right down this block." She said with a harsh tone and then turned away. I sat there and felt completly humiliated. My face turned red and i orded another drink. Who do she think she is? I knocked on her shoulder. She turned around with a questioningly look on her face. "Whats your name?" i heard myself ask her. Now she just looked even more confused. "Why do you care?" she replied without any emotions in her voice. "I just do...well my name is anyway Harry" i said and held out my hand for her to shake. It looked like i had slapped her. "Harry?" she said skeptical. "Yeah..." i skratched the back of my head.
"(Y/N)...my name is (Y/N)"
I sat in the booth with some friends and was having a "great-time". I was trying to let loose, but i was just up in my own mind. The new place was nice. Not really my favorite type-kind of bar/club. I don't know. I sighed and sipped my martini. I eyed the room. A pair of drunk-blonde-girls who was screaming and laughing so loud that nobody could ignore them, a group of hooligans infront of the TV, and by the bar some half-drunk men who probably just came home from a business-trip. At the end of the bar there was a prostitute probably lookin for some costumers. I went back to the conversation at my table. We were apprently talking about some stupid tennis-match.
I discoverd that my glass was empty. I stood up and headed it towards the bar. I overheard some of the suit-and-tie-guys. "But come'on sweetheart.." I saw how they were drooled over the girl at the end of the bar. She just ignored them. The guys kept going and she did'nt spoke a word. Finally i got my drink and went back to my table. I watched the guys and the poor girl by the bar. She kept drinking and they kept asking her about a fuck. I took a large gulp and headed it towards the girl by the bar. I leaned against the bar with one elbow and watched her drink. Her red lipstick was leaving marks on the glass. She gave me a glace. I bit my lip and tried to look as sexy as possible. I licked my lips, i knew the most girls fell for it. She carefully placed her glass down and crossed her legs. "If your lookin for a shag i know some hookers right down this block." She said with a harsh tone and then turned away. I sat there and felt completly humiliated. My face turned red and i orded another drink. Who do she think she is? I knocked on her shoulder. She turned around with a questioningly look on her face. "Whats your name?" i heard myself ask her. Now she just looked even more confused. "Why do you care?" she replied without any emotions in her voice. "I just do...well my name is anyway Harry" i said and held out my hand for her to shake. It looked like i had slapped her. "Harry?" she said skeptical. "Yeah..." i skratched the back of my head.
"(Y/N)...my name is (Y/N)"
Notes
Hey everyone! I did some changes in the first chapter and here we are again. Well i know it is a little bit boring now in the beginning but it will come. I want it to be "real" if u know what i mean.Well subscribe rate comment and so on i love you guys!
6/27/13