Rising Stars [H.S]

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As I was waiting in the elevator to go meet Harry for a drink, I couldn't help but grow anxious. You know, social anxiety and shit.

I was standing patiently in the elevator, still wearing my white dress and Doc Martins. I pulled my hair back into a half up half down bun though, and I also skipped on an cardigan over my spaghetti strapped dress. I stood there with my hands intertwined together, my thumb nervously tapping my other hand.

As soon as I heard the elevator door chime open, I quickly stepped out, looking around the large lobby for Harry. I spotted the bar from across the room, it's pretty hard to miss.

It was one long white bar with nice black stools. The ceilings were huge in this place, making Harry look somewhat small. He was the only one sitting at the bar, considering it's almost 11:30 at night. He was sat right in the middle, with his elbows propped up on the bar.

I started making my way towards him, growing more anxious the closer I got.

I don't know why I was so nervous, it's not like Harry is scary or something. He's just so intimidating. He has this way about him that makes you feel helpless, not necessarily in a bad way. He definitely is a narcissist, but he's very good at hiding it.

"Can I get a Budweiser?" I ask the bartender, coming up from behind Harry and sitting in the seat to his left.

"Budweiser, huh?" He says, turning his face to look at me. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked tired.

"What's wrong with Budweiser?" I ask him, placing my elbows on the bar and propping my chin in my palms, turning my head to look at him.

"Nothing, just wouldn't have taken you as a beer kind of girl." He chuckles, shaking his head. When he shook his head some of his cologne wafted in my direction, I couldn't help but admire the scent. It was a tobacco vanilla smell.

"Yeah, well. I wouldn't have taken you as a moping around a hotel mini bar at 11:30 at night kind of guy." I smirk.

He lets out a laugh, turning his head back forward to face the bartender who was taking the cap off of my beer bottle.

"Here you go miss." The bartender says, handing me my beer.

"Thank you." I say, smiling at him. He gives me a wink and a not-so-charming smile before turning back around. I mentally roll my eyes at the flirtatious move.

"So-" Harry says, taking a sip of his drink before continuing, "why'd you come down?"

"Hell, why not. I'm not very tired, so I guess I came down here." I state before bringing the beer bottle to my lips and taking a sip.

"Are you down here to get wasted or just a buzz?" He asks, turning to face me again.

"Just a buzz." I chuckle.

"I'm getting wasted." He states.

"No you're not, we have to drive tomorrow." I say, shaking my head.

"And?"

"You don't want to have a headache."

"I've gone through worse." He says, suddenly taking his drink and shooting all of it down his throat. He wasn't drinking a beer, it looked like he was drinking a hard liquor drink.

He's clearly a heavy drinker, because he almost showed no emotion doing that. Not an exhale, not a squinting of the eyes, just swallowed it like it was glass of water.