For you have spent enough time in the past doing what pagans choose to do—living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing and detestable idolatry.
Chills run up my spine as the memories of Pastor Johnson quoting scripture flash through my mind. I can't help but feel guilty for even being near this building. But at the same time, I have to admit that it feels pretty exhilarating knowing that I am breaking yet another rule of the church that I once belonged to.
I never did go through a rebellious phase... or maybe that's the phase I'm currently in?
Nervously giggling at the thought of me being some type of rebel, I open the large door and step inside. The darkness of the place immediately makes my eyes dilate causing me to squint.
Why on earth would they make this place so dark? How are you meant to see?
Also, why is the music so loud? Can that guy behind the bar even hear the customers speak?
"Ma'am, I'm going to need to see some ID."
I jump and face the burly man behind me.
"Oh um, okay." I start to dig through my purse, and of course, my wallet happens to be at the very bottom.
After a few painful moments of me fishing it out, I finally hand it to him. "Aha! Here you go."
He studies the card and flashes a flashlight through it to make sure it's authentic. Finally, he hands it back to me wordlessly and walks past me.
"Um, thanks," I mumble as I put my head down and try to scramble over to where ever the band may be.
Walking past several tables of people, and choking on cigarette smoke I struggle to spot them.
Did they set me up?
Well, of course, you idiot.
The job offer was hardly sincere, it was made out of pity. I'm not even sure if I would have accepted it anyway.
Answering phones will be fine for now. I convince myself.
I spin on my heels and begin to make my way out of this dark hell hole. At least I can say that I've experienced being inside of a bar.
An overdressed man approaches me when I'm close to the door, "Does your name just so happen to be Wren?"
Gulping, I slowly nod my head.
"Funny. You look exactly as he described. Come this way." He motions and I debate internally but quickly decide to follow him. He takes me up the staircase that I didn't notice before, and it leads to a completely different bar on the second level.
Oh. Obviously, the band wouldn't be at the regular bar.
The man leads me across the dark room to a table that Louis and Niall are seated.
"I'm so happy ya came!" Niall greets as I sit down.
"Er, thanks."
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Set Free // HS ✓
Fanfiction❝You seem to be mistaken. I did not see you as the damsel in distress so that I may rescue you. I merely followed the light. The one that shines bright from within you in your darkest moments. So as much as I would have liked to save you, it was you...
