2.Home, a bar and a guitar...

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Thank you @HumoDeCigarro for letting me make an English version of this book. You are the best. :)

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December 2015

"Harry Styles, when will you give poor Stella a chance?" Sam was bothering me with that again; He swears that she has a crush on me. "You two would make an explosively sensual couple." I threw a rag at him, which I had just cleaned the bar counter with. Although he tried to dodge it, I managed to hit him; the rag landed on his face and neck.

"You're an idiot, Stella is not in love with me, stop saying stupid things and hurry up, we still have to fix the bottles before opening." I turned around and approached Nicky to ask him in which area I would serving today.

"I love that smile, you know, you're a hard nut to crack." The words came from Nicky, my boss/friend. "I still remember, when you first came here, you did not talk, you did not laugh, nothing at all. It's good to know that you've gained confidence."

"Oh, come on! I'll cry if you continue." I pretended to wipe a tear off my eye. "Thanks to Jamie I met you." He nodded, giving off an arrogant smile.

"Well, it's fine. Stella, area A; Harry, area B; Sam, next to Jenny at the bar counter, and I'll be in charge of the box tonight. I don't want any trouble. I hope everyone works well and your aprons will be filled with tips."

In less than 20 minutes, the bar was all ready to open. I approached the makeshift stage that we had set up for the bands who showed up unexpectedly or at a short notice. I picked up a guitar and took out a guitar pick from the back pocket of my jeans. And once the strings were tuned to my liking, I started playing the chords of "Suck it and See" by Arctic Monkeys. When I finished, the boys applauded as usual.

"I swear, if I could play that thing half as good as you, I would not be here, I'd be all over the TV and radio." Sam would repeat that to me every time he heard me playing guitar.

"You play it so well, Harry." Stella's soft voice could be heard as she gave me a small applause.

"Good. Another day, you can play a full recital if you like. But, right now, it's time to work." Jenny opened the door.

The bar was filling up—good drinks, good music, people were enjoying. After a couple of hours and a good amount of time spent going back and forth between the bar and the tables, I took a break; and as always, went to the back of the bar to smoke a cigarette, the only thing that could calm my stress and anxiety level, apart from music.

"I knew you would be here." I blew the smoke out of my lips and turned around, although I had recognized the voice right away.

"Jam, what a pleasure to see you!" I hugged him. Jamie became my friend after he made my first tattoo when I was 16, obviously clandestinely. I still remember he had refused at first, and in return, I gave him a middle finger. He had then laughed and said, "Little boy, if I go to jail for this, you will be responsible for sneaking me cigarettes and porno magazines. I'll make your tattoo."

"Harold" I tensed when I heard him call me that, I just hated it, and he noticed it. "Sorry! Harry, there's an almost opportunity you cannot and should not miss." I raised an eyebrow. "You remember my friend Lennox?" I shook my head as took a puff of my almost finished cigarette. "Well, he's a music producer and the best part is, he's in need of a guitarist. I might have told him a little about a certain guy and now he's interested in taking a test.

"Jam, you know perfectly well that I only play for myself, to calm my nerves. I tossed the cigarette butt onto the ground and stepped on it with the tip of my black military-style boots. "Thank you, but no." With that, I prepared to walk back inside to continue with my work.

"Let's go! It's just a test, do it, and we'll see what happens. That's why I said it's an almost opportunity. At least think about it until Friday." He took out his cell phone, and immediately, my phone beeped. "That's the time and address, the rest depends on you." He hugged me and then we walked inside.

Jamie sat at one of the tables in my area the whole night, and at times Nicky and the boys accompanied him, until it was time to close. We were cleaning up the place. It had been a good night despite being Wednesday. People who came were loyal to the Backstage.

I put on my jacket and my backpack and got on my motorcycle. I was about to start it, when a small scream from Stella made me stop.

"I...this...I was wondering if you could give me a ride." I frowned because she was terrified of my motorcycle. Sam was in the distance with both thumbs up.

"Are you sure?" She nodded. "Get on, wear the helmet. Hold on tight to my waist, and please don't scream." I started the motorcycle. She was struggling to stifle a scream.

We arrived at her apartment. She got off, almost kissing the floor, thanking that it was over. I could not help but laugh. She gave my helmet back, and just as I was about to put it on, she "stole a kiss", well kissed my lips.

"I'm not going to apologize for that." She gave me a smile. "I have been wanting to do that for months, but you never play your part. Do you want to come in for a while?" I shook my head, forcing myself out of the moment of shock.

"Stella, first of all, you're a crazy woman! How did it occur to you to kiss me? I'm not angry about the kiss if not about the context, I do not like you. She crouched down sadly. "I mean, I do not like girls." Shock written all over her face.

"But I thought...and then Sam told me...Oh my god! How silly I am!" She began to lament.

"Don't get me wrong, you're very pretty and funny, but I feel like girls are not for me." I did not want to make her feel bad. "And about Sam, come on, it's Sam we're talking about!" We both laughed. "See you tomorrow, Stella." I didn't even start the motorcycle until she went inside.


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 Sam

                                                                                                    Are you aware that I am going to kill you tomorrow?

Don't talk to me, you should be having sex with, Stella.

You are a pig!

Of course I won't have sex with her.

Why not?

I won't even answer that, imbecile

Goodnight.

Come on, don't be mad at me!

I just wanted to help.

Sleep well, Styles.

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