Seamus fanfiction prologue.

(Narrator Pov)

Andrew stood at the bar waiting on his drink. He’d just turned twenty one and wanted to go out for a drink, and maybe meet a cute guy. It was a gay bar after all. He grabbed his drink and paid the bartender. It was some fruity drink a cute guy recommended him, it was good at least. He walked to an empty table at the back and sat down. His eyes scouted the bar in search of a guy, even just to talk to. The bar wasn’t busy, but it wasn’t empty either. His nerves started getting to him. ‘What if no one talks to me? Maybe I’m just not good enough…’ he thought to himself.

He downed the rest of his drink and got up. He decided to leave. He knew he wasn’t the best looking. He stood six feet tall, hazel eyes, slim but no muscle in sight, light brown hair that curled atop his head, and quite a few piercings and tattoos. He’d gotten them to distract others from his imperfections, as well as a passion for body art; although he’d never admit to the first reason for them.

(Andrew Pov)

I walked into the bathroom quickly before I head out.  The mirror stared me down as I passed it, it stretched wall to wall. I avoided looking in the mirror. I knew I’d just see the imperfections. I washed my hands avoiding my reflection that looked back.

I pushed open the door and walked through the bar towards the door. I turned and noticed a few people looking at him, but there was one in particular. He had long blond hair, striking blue eyes, a cute face, and a smile that could kill. I looked back at him as he looked me over and smiled. I knew I could never talk to him; he’s way too good for me. I’ll just leave and save myself the embarrassment.

I pushed open the front door and walked out. I headed down the street and started to go home. I heard some guys mumble things behind me, I thought nothing of it. Probably just a few drunken guys getting out of a bar or something. I just kept walking. After a few more minutes I looked back at the guys who I heard before, they looked at me harshly, as if I had just insulted them. “Hey fag boy!” a few of the guys yelled. I turned around and started running down the street. I heard them running from behind. I darted into an alley. My escape route was quickly ended by a fence. I turned around to see them blocking my exit.