Charlotte's P.O.V

The bar was cold and reeked of sweat and alcohol. There was some band playing on stage, I didn't really see who it was, I wasn't interested in music today. I found a bar stool at the end of the bar. I got a cigarette out of my bag and gestured to the bar tender if it was okay, he nodded and lit it up. I wiped at my eyes and pulled some cash out. The bartender walked over to me and asked if I wanted a drink. I payed him for a glass of Irish whiskey. "Why does a pretty little girl like you want a glass of Irish whiskey for?" The bartender asked while cleaning a glass. "Every reason that ends with a 'mind your own business'" I sneered and had a mouthful of the amber liquid. I loved the feeling of it burning down my neck. I took a drag on my cigarette and tapped it on the little ash tray that the bartender put up.

I got my phone out and saw that I had a message from Frank.
'Hey sweetie, how are you?' the message said, attached to it was a photo of him grinning like an idiot while holding a guitar and Gerard singing into a microphone.
I sighed and then looked closer at the photo. The background looked familiar. I heard the familiar music playing in the bar.

I looked up and my eyes widened. They were in the bar, the same bar I was in. I slapped myself on the forehead and sighed. Shit. I took another mouthful of whiskey and replied to Frank.

'Great, Thanks for coming over today! :) I'm just finishing up on the Harley Quinn comic now. If Gerard wants to he can come with me to the office tomorrow to hand it in?' I lied I know, and yes I write every word out. I just don't want him to worry about me. I'm fine just sitting here with my 2 good friends, Marlboro and Jameson.

Sighing, I took another drag on my cigarette. I heard them playing and smiled a little. I sniffled once more and wiped at my eyes, it's okay. I tried to tell myself that everything would be fine but a tiny voice in my head said that she would disappear from me. I leaned back and into the shadows, my eyes watching Gerard as he sung his heart out to the dancing and roaring crowd. Frank spun around and jumped in the air. I laughed a little at his reaction to doing something cool.

I haven't officially met his band but I know their names. I finished my drink and paid for another. When I finally looked up I met eyes with Mikey, Gerard's younger brother. He smiled at me and I saluted over to him and his smile got wider. I was too tipsy to care about people. I tapped my foot to the beat and lit up another cigarette.

After taking a puff of it I sculled the Irish whiskey. It burned and I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. I felt a hand touch my lower back. What the fuck? I turned around to see an extremely attractive guy with brown eyes and silky dark brown hair. "Hey, I was wondering if you would like a dance" He said, his voice was velvety and thick with a British accent. I extinguished my flame and left it there. "Love to" I took a hold of his extended tattooed hand and followed him to the dance floor.

I could feel the alcohol taking full effect. I swayed my hips and lifted my arms up into the air. The guy with the brown eyes (lets just call him 'pretty boy') held onto my waist. The song was 'You know what they do to guys like us in prison'. I felt pretty boy pull me closer to him, I spun around and closed my eyes, lost to the music. I felt pretty boy's hands run up and down my body. I opened my eyes and saw him lean in to kiss me. No way, not when I don't know you buddy. I may be drunk off my ass but I am not kissing some guy I just met. I shook my head at him and he got the message.

The song transitioned to 'I never told you what I do for a living'. I smiled and sung along to the lyrics. I jumped and swayed when Gerard screamed into the microphone. He must have seen me, he was singing into the microphone and staring at me. His beautiful hazel eyes sparkled in the bright lights. I smirked and felt pretty boy's lips on my neck. I played it off and gently pulled away from him, he smiled at me and spoke up. "You want to get a drink?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded and he grabbed my hand.

He ordered two cocktails, one was blue and the other was a nice strawberry pink. He slid the pink one to me and I thanked him. "The name is Oliver" he sipped on his drink. I smiled and watched as Gerard kept his eyes on me, a flash of what could be jealousy flashed on his face. He wouldn't be jealous, who'd want to be with me? "What's yours sweetie?" He leaned in closer so he could get my attention. "Charlotte, Charlie for short" I slurred and looked up into his pretty eyes. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing in such a place like this?" He asked and smirked.

"My, uh, friend is in the band" I played with my stretcher and felt his hand push my hair back. He leaned in closer and looked at my ear. "Anchors, nice" He replaced my hand with his and touched my stretchers. I had floral anchor ones in, they were one of the prettiest ones that I owned. He moved his hand down to my shoulder and slowly rolled it to my waist. I felt a trail of goose bumps from where he touched me. I sipped on my drink and my taste buds bursted with flavor. "Oh my god! This is the best drink I have ever had!" I gushed and he smiled.

"Thought you'd like it" He winked and drank his blue one. He pushed it out for me. "You wanna try my one?" He raised and eyebrow at me and I laughed. "We're sharing now? Alright" I grabbed his glass and took a sip of his. It tasted like raspberry lemonade and strawberry gummy bears. "Holy shit. This is amazing!" He laughed at my reaction and snatched the glass out of my grip.

After a few minutes of talking the music changed to a DJ. My chemical romance finished their set. I grabbed Oliver's arm and pulled him toward the dance floor. "Dance with me!" I pulled him into the crowd of people and danced with him. I don't want Frank to see me, He might get angry at me for lying to him. We were far away from where Frank and Gerard were standing at the bar. Gerard looked like he was searching around for something.

'He's searching for you, idiot'. The little annoying voice in my head said. Mayday parade came on and a loud cheer came from the people around us. "This can't be healthy now the way I dream about your lips, But this just wasn't any kiss..." Oliver sung to me while spinning me around. I giggled and saw him smile. We kept dancing like that for five more songs.

I was pooped, Oliver could easily see that in my face. "You want to go sit down for a bit?" He asked and took my hand. "Yes please!" I puffed and took my packet of smokes out.

I scanned all the faces near the bar and only saw Ray sitting at the bar with a pretty girl. I took a deep breath and sat on the stool next to Oliver. "So where do you work Charlie?" Oliver ordered us a drink and I faced him. "I work for DC comics" His head snapped to me. "No shit?" His British accent was slurred. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, the art department. I draw the comics up! What about you Oli? If you don't mind me calling you that" I smiled and lit my cigarette. "I'm a singer. You might of heard of my band, Bring me the horizon?" He took my cigarette and puffed on it before giving it back.

"Yeah! I know you! Hey. That's freaking awesome!" I drank some of the drink that Oli ordered for me. He nodded and drank some of his drink. I heard a familiar voice come from behind me. "Ray's got a girl!" Frank sung out loud. "Shut up Frank!" I'd say Ray said. "Ray's got a girl!" Gerard sung out as well. "Guys, seriously. Stop! It's embarrassing!" Ray whisper screamed at them. "Ray's got a girl!" who I assume is Mikey shouted. I heard a snapping sound. "Bitch" Mikey screamed. I tried to hide myself. Oliver must have noticed because he swapped seats so he could cover me. "Who are they?" Oliver whispered. "My friend is the one with the black hair, he doesn't know I'm here..." I whispered back. Oliver looked over his shoulder and quickly turned back.

"Hey Gee, Charlie wants to know if you would like to go to work with her tomorrow" I could hear Frank say. There was whistles. "Yeah sure. I'd love to" He sounded excited. I smiled faintly and heard his brother say something, "Where does she work?"

"DC comics" He replied. I looked at Oliver and he chuckled. "Marry her. Please" Mike said. I blushed and Oliver laughed harder. "Fuck! Is that Oliver Sykes?" I heard Ray exclaim. Shit. Fuck. Oli's eyes widened and he turned around quickly. "The one and only" He said in a slurred voice. I giggled and turned away. They had a conversation about tour dates and how it is on the road. "Is that your girlfriend over there?" I heard Ray say. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I quickly got up and walked to the crowd of dancers. My back still facing them, I could feel their eyes burning into my back.

I couldn't hear what they said next but I felt my phone buzz.
'Gerard says yes! We just finished a show down at the local bar. You wouldn't still be at home would you?' I shouldn't lie to him. I stumbled down a bit and giggled at my stupidity. I called his mobile and waited patiently. "Charlie?" He picked up and I moved to the girls bathroom. "Hey boo, *giggle* You caught me! I'm at the pub! Pub is such a weird word. Puuuuuubbbb-ah" I sounded out the word and then giggled at myself.

"Charlie, where are you?" He sounded angry. "No! You sound mean. You were really good tonight! I loved that cool move you pulled off, it was neat" I looked in the mirror and combed my fingers through my hair. "Charlie, you're drunk. Where are you?" He sighed into the phone. "No shit Sherlock. *giggle* Get it? Sherlock? My last name is Holmes?" I bursted into laughter at my own joke. I heard Frank chuckle. "Charlie I'm not angry, Just tell me where you are" He said.

"Alright! I'm in the little girl's room. I'll meet you outside of it!" I hung up on him and washed my hands before leaving the room. Once I was out I saw Frank leaning against the wall next to the door. "Frankie!" I squealed. I gave him a hug and he pushed me back. "Why are you here?" He asked over the loud music. I giggled and wiped my eyes. "Mother dearest is in hospital. She's in a coma Frankie, a coma..." I drifted off and played with my hands. I didn't know I was crying until a drop of water fell onto my hand.

Frank wrapped me in a hug and I secured my tiny tattooed arms around his waist. I was smaller then Frank but only by a foot, my head just came up to his chin. After a full minute of swaying in each others arms, he let me go. "Are you okay?" He ducked his head down to see my face. I hiccuped and nodded. Frank chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked back to the bar.

"Hey! You're that girl at the bar!" Mike shouted and pointed at me. I blushed and hid in Frank's arm. He rubbed my arm and sat me on his lap. "Yeah, that's me. The girl at the bar"I murmured and felt myself drift off to sleep. I cuddled into Frank and he rubbed my back. He shifted a little on the bar stool and whispered that he should take me home. "No it's okay, I'll take her home" I heard Oliver's thick voice say. "You're drunk, I'll take her home" Gerard argued. "I'll come with then" Oliver mumbled. I felt a pair of arms pick me up, I rested my head on their shoulder and giggled a little before kissing their chest. "Thank you" I whispered and fell into a deep sleep.

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