"Aiyyyyyyy Lolli! Get me a vodka lemonade" Yelled one of the drunk usuals.

I brought his drink over and forced a smile. "The name's Lola, Ralph. Here ya go." I fake-grinned as I set down his drink.

"Thanks pretty girl" He said as he tried to slap my butt. Instead he hit his friend Jared because his hand control was off. Thank you alcohol!

I was used to him though because he is a big time usual. He comes around everyday or more and has about 20 drinks. I work at a bar/restaurant called "Funk" in England, Doncaster. It's not the best name but it's popular for the food and drinks, and trust me, I'm not just saying that cause I work here.

I've been work here since I was 15 and I'm 18 now. I got hired young because I was "hot". I have a slim body with long, curly, chestnut brown hair which compliment my blue eyes.

I started working here because I really needed a job. I have a baby to feed. Yaaa, I'm a teen mom. I made some mistakes but I really am trying to be a better mom for my little girl, Sarah. I'm so glad she looks like me because I don't think I could ever love her if she looked like her dad, Tommy. It would be like looking at a monster everyday.

He was a big time player. I use to live in Quebec. Anyways, I thought we had something special and I'm not trying to be like those super cheesy girls in movies. I truly did think we had something special. We were planning our wedding, he was going to buy me a ring, and our parents were so excited when we announced it. Even though we were 15, we loved each other. When I found out I was pregnant, he left and said he needed time to think. Ha, more like time to f*ck because that's what he did. In fact, he got her pregnant but she aborted it. Then about a month after he "left" , he came back to tell me he cheated on me multiple times and that he doesn't need me anymore and he was done toying with me.

After I gave birth, I couldn't stay in Canada anymore, just too many bad memories, so I moved to Doncaster, England. Yes, I know its a big move but I didn't think at the time. Since I couldn't live alone, my aunt pulled a few strings so that she "lives" there with me and my daughter. I hired a great babysitter for Sarah, so I could finish up school and do work. The house is fairly big but doesn't cost tons, it has a master bed room (where I sleep, some times with Sarah), a medium guest room (where my family stays) and another bedroom for Sarah when shes ready. It has a medium dinning area, two bathrooms, a large kitchen, and a laundry room. My parents or my aunt try to come to visit every other week. I think they come to help me but they say it's to bond with their grand daughter/niece. I don't complain though because it helps me save money.

My parents were down here in England for just the usual week. It is a Saturday and I'm starting work at 6. I spent some time with Sarah and my parents and headed off to work.

I was doing the usual when a new guy came in. He was extremely good looking and about my age. He had messy but sexy curls and gorgeous green eyes. He saw me and walked over, "Styles, Harry Styles" He whispered as he kissed my hand. I blushed. "Um, what can I get you?" I said rather shyly. I'm never shy at work. I always have a bit of attitude and sass mixed into some fake excitement. He smiled at me. "You can get that dress off for me" He winked. He must be slightly drunk or something. I looked down at my dress. It was a tight black dress with no sleeves and came just above my long legs. "Um sir. To eat. What would you like to eat?" His eyes lit up "You." He said laughing. I couldn't help but laugh too. "Okay sir, you can have some time to decide on food" As I walked away I heard him say "I don't know, I see something pretty tasty" Gosh this guy was a flirt.

It's near closing time. I check my watch. 9:20. Closing time is 9:30. There were only two people left. That Harry guy and some bimbo girl who was trying to hit on him the whole night. She was wearing a hot pink strapless dress that looked like it was 5 size too small for her skinny little body. Harry just kept downing his drinks and she left about five minutes later. I told him he had to leave because we closing and when he stood up, he fell. He was drunk. I couldn't let him drive let alone walk home. I told him he was going to have to come to my house. He agreed. I took him home and my parents and Sarah were already in bed. Sarah was sleeping in her own bed and my parents had the only guestroom. I decided he could have my bed and I'll just sleep on the couch. He took his shirt and pants off and climbed into my bed. "Aren't you sleeping?" He asked slurring. "Yes downstairs" I mumbled "But I'm scared" He whined. He kept whining and wouldn't shut up. "Fine fine! I'll sleep with you" I said as I climb into bed with this stranger. He held me with his strong arms and I fell asleep.