Hey Bartender Chapter 19: Right Where I Need To Be
Pairing: Bartender!Reader x Rock God!Rob
Chapter Summary: Time has passed since the night when Reader confessed her feelings to Rob, only to be shot down. She has let go of a lot of things; her old job, her old life, and Lola. There’s still one thing she can’t let go of though.
Word Count: 4502
Warnings: angst and maybe some fluff.
Notes: I think this might be the end folks. Thanks for reading and putting up with all the angst and curve-balls.
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You didn't hear from Rob again. Not the following week, or the week after. The band hadn’t been playing at the bar and you learned from Bri that they were off touring again. They would be back though, and you began to wonder if you could even face Rob again. You had hurt him deeply, and he hated you enough to where he didn’t even believe anything that came out of your mouth. You had lied for so long, strung him along, and when it came time for you to finally confess all of your built up feelings; he didn’t believe you.
Kim had called you in for a meeting a couple of weeks after the entire disaster. You didn't know what it could be about, but you knew it wasn't good. The only time you met with her like this was when you were in trouble or on the verge of being fired.
“Lola, I've had some complaints come up about you.”
“From who?”
“I'm not going to specifically say, but one of the talent that plays here has come to me about some concerns.”
“Oh,” you said softly, knowing who she meant.
“I assume you know who.”
You nodded. You really didn't consider that he might complain about you to your boss. It was a shitty situation and he was obviously lashing out in the one way he knew how.
“He feels that you're unprofessional and that you interfere with the band's performances. I didn't ask for details, I don't care, we just need to fix this.”
“Are you firing me?”
“No. I just need to come to some sort of decision on what to do with you. Maybe we can see about changing your shifts.”
“So, I’ll be working the crap shifts?”
“I don’t know what else to do. Their residency is contracted.”
“I understand. I really do. This just- this all sucks.”
“I don’t know what happened,” Kim explained. “I’ve heard rumors going around. It just sounds like you got yourself into another really bad situation.”
“I did.”
“The last time you had a bad situation, you put yourself in danger and you put me in a bind.”
“I know.”
“What else can I do Lola?”
You thought hard about your options. You understood that it would be best to be placed on a different shift, so to avoid Rob. You didn’t want for him to have to see you regularly after everything you had done to him, and you didn’t want to put Kim in a bind again. She had been good to you. She had given you countless chances to work here, and all you ever did was let her down. All you ever seemed to do was let everyone down.
“I'm going to find another job,” you blurted out. You couldn’t deny that the thought had been in the back of your mind for a long time. Especially when it became too difficult to be around Rob.
“I'm not firing you.”
“I know. I just- I need to do something else.”
“You're good at what you do. I love having you here.”
“I'm not happy doing this anymore. I cause you nothing but trouble, and apparently, I'm bad for business.”
“I didn't say that.”
“You didn’t have to. I’m done letting people down. This- this isn’t for me anymore. I think it’s time for me to move on.”
“You’re going to go bartend somewhere else?”
“God no,” you chuckled, trying to hold back tears. “I’m over this. This job is the reason behind a lot of my problems.”
“You know,” Kim began, looking at you sympathetically, “you don’t have to give up what you’re good at just because a guy comes in here and messes up your life.”
“That’s just it, he didn’t mess up my life… I messed up his.”
“What can I do to keep you here?”
You smiled fondly at her, knowing that you were making the right decision. “Nothing.”
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Briana whined as you busied yourself with clean up. It had been a few days since your talk with Kim and you both decided that you would finish out your week and move on. Tonight, you finally decided to tell Bri that it was your last night at the bar.
“I know,” you smiled, “you’re the only thing I’ll miss about this place.”
You heard Matt clear his throat from across the bar. You glanced over to him, chuckling. “I’ll miss you too.”
“This is so unfair,” Bri pouted, “want me to kick his ass? Because I will. I’ll do it for you.”
“If anyone deserves an ass-kicking, it’s me,” you laughed. “Besides, it’s better this way. It really is.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I got a job at a really fancy place close to here. I’ll be waitressing, which is weird. But, it will be good, I’ll be making more there than I was here. Kim gave me a great recommendation and they seem to like me.”
“Can’t get away from the customer service industry, huh?”
“You know, it’s all about the tip money.”
“Except now you can’t flash a little skin and hit on guys for that tip money.”
“It’s probably a good thing,” you chuckled, “this job has given me nothing but trouble. Trouble finds me and I just let it go on for too long.”
“I really thought he was different,” she replied, “I’m so sorry I encouraged that.”
“Don’t be sorry. He was different. He’s a good guy. I just realized it too late.”
“He was so horrible to you.”
“I think I brought that on myself. I was worse to him.”
You had already given Briana the details of that entire thing. You crashed at her place one night, the two of you sharing a bottle of wine or two, and you finally letting it all out. You had cried until you felt you had no more tears to cry. A part of you thought that by finally saying those words to him, he would be happy. You thought he would kiss you and hold you and the two of you could go on, trying to find a way to make it work together. You really didn’t expect things to go the way that they had.
“Love…” she trailed off, “ain’t it a bitch?”
“That it is,” you replied.
The two of you finished closing up for the night, Matt hanging out to wait for you. Just as you left the bar, locking the door behind you, you handed your key over to Matt.
“Well, I’ll see the two of you later,” you said with a smile. It was stupid, but your heart hurt over this new ending. You knew you’d see your friends still, but nothing was ever going to be the same. You had given this place, these people, and this life a lot of years.
“You’ll come see us, right?” Matt asked. “I mean, on non-performance nights, you can come hang out, have some drinks.”
“Maybe.”
You hugged them goodbye and you each headed off in your directions. You knew you’d never come back to this place. Not as long as you knew this was still Rob’s place. Not only did the band play here all the time, but the guys had made the bar their own regular spot. There had been many nights of drinking and laughter that you had all shared here, but in the end, it wasn’t yours anymore.
When you were here, you were Lola. You were the mysterious firecracker who took no shit from anyone. Who you were in this place was never who you wanted to be. You had only become her out of necessity; a means of survival and to have some sort of control over your out-of-control life. Your moniker wasn’t created for fun; Lola didn’t exist just to tease men and leave them wondering.
You had reached the point where your walls finally crumbled. Everything that you had built up in order to keep yourself safe eventually had to fall down. You just didn’t expect that to happen because of a man that you insisted was only there for fun. Maybe he didn’t know you, not really; and maybe you barely knew him. But, you and Rob had created something that you hadn’t expected. When it came to you staying adamant in the idea that you were incapable of love, you never expected anyone to come along and change you like that.
When you were at this bar, you were Lola. Your boss called you that, your friend Matt called you that, your best friend called you that. You expected customers to call you that because that was all you had ever given anyone who tried to get to know you. Rob had been different. Even when you kept up appearances, he never called you Lola. Not unless he was trying to get to you anyway. He was one of the very few people who knew your real name, and you liked to think he was the only person who knew the real you. You had been good at staying in character, but even you had to admit, there were moments when Rob managed to see a different side of you.
Your old life was over now; and therefore, perhaps Lola was gone as well.
“You’ve got a five top,” your hostess, Amy, said as she approached you.
You had been at the restaurant for a couple of weeks by now, and you were fitting in nicely. You liked the people you worked with, and while you had been nervous about it, you quickly learned that you were really good at the job. Perhaps all those years of taking complicated drink orders had helped out.
“Thanks,” you replied. You stepped out from the back, following Amy and she pointed over to the table that she had just seated. It took you a split second to get a view of the customers, and you stopped dead in your tracks when you did see them.
“I- I can’t take that table,” you muttered. You felt your heart begin to race, hands sweaty from nervousness now.
“You have to, you’re the only waitress on shift right now.”
You shook your head slowly, still studying the men who were seated and talking among themselves. Out of all the restaurants in L.A., of all the places they could hang out, it had to be here.”
“You don’t understand,” you whispered, pulling Amy aside quickly, hoping that they hadn’t spotted you. “I CAN’T take this table.”
“Well, I can’t waitress,” she hissed, “which is why I’m just a hostess.”
“Oh god…” you mumbled, suddenly feeling ill.
“What’s wrong? You know them?” Amy glanced back, checking the men out. “They’re cute.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So, is one of them an ex-boyfriend or something?”
“Or something,” you replied.
“Look, Y/N,” Amy began calmly. She placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to help you relax. “Whatever it is, don’t let him get to you. You could just act like you don’t even recognize him.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Well, someone has to,” she laughed, “and it ain’t gonna be me.”
With that, she walked away, leaving you to fend for yourself. You considered running. Walking right out the back door just to avoid seeing him again. Then again, this was a pretty great job, and you weren’t about to let down your new boss. You thought about Amy’s suggestion, pretending that you didn’t know him. You knew that wouldn’t work. Even when you were fooling around with him, he never failed to elicit the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. The man always made you nervous and excited. You knew that even after all this time, he still would. You missed him terribly and you constantly berated yourself over how you had messed everything up with him. To top it all off, he looked so good right now as he sat at that table, talking and laughing with the rest of the band and Jason.
A smaller part of you wanted to approach him. You hadn’t seen or heard from him in so long and you almost desperately wanted to look into those blue eyes again, to see that amazing smile again.
You swallowed your pride and mustered the last bit of courage that you had. You had to do this, no one else would. Also, you really wanted to hear him speak to you again, even if he was the one to act as if he didn’t know you.
You approached the table, your notepad and pen in hand. You stood there for a second, nerves going haywire as you waited for them to acknowledge you.
“Hey guys,” you mumbled, “can I start you off with something to drink.”
Almost as if it were planned, the five of them glanced up to you in unison. It was really nice to see their faces again and you couldn’t help but smile at them. After a brief moment and a few looks of shock, Jason was the first to break the tension by ordering a drink. Mike, Stephen, and Billy followed; each of them staring at you as if they were trying to decide if it were actually you. You jotted down their drink orders and finally focused on Rob.
He was still as good-looking as ever. You felt your breath catch as he made eye contact, those beautiful blues staring right at you.
“Hey,” he began, “bartender?”
You let out a nervous laugh. “Well, not bartender anymore.” You motioned to yourself, pointing out the new uniform that was required in a place like this.
“I mean…” he paused for a second, examining you before his eyes stopped right at your chest. You felt yourself blush, wondering if he was really checking out your boobs right now. Granted, the outfit sort of enhanced everything, but you didn’t really expect it from him. He reached a hand up to you, tapping his finger on your name badge with a soft smile. “Y/N.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s me,” you smiled.
“I swear you look so familiar,” he replied.
“I can’t imagine why.”
“You sure you’re name isn’t Lola?” You certainly expected this. The way he was now grinning at you, not in a playful way, but in an unamused way.
“Oh, Lola…” you trailed off, breaking eye contact, “you know, she was kind of a mess. She did a lot of really stupid shit. I kinda had leave her behind.”
Rob nodded, smiling a little more now. He said nothing else other than placing his drink order with you.
You remained nervous through the entire thing. You brought drinks to them, took food orders, and brought them their food; all while slowly building up a panic inside. You were sure you would lose it completely, mostly because of the way they went right into ignoring you during their meal. Fortunately, you had a sudden small rush at this point and your focus was pulled from them to a few other tables of customers.
You lost yourself in your thoughts, mostly running on auto-pilot while you worked. You thought about all the things you could say to him, in hopes that they might be the right things and he could forgive you. You thought also thought about what you had put him through, and wondered if you could even really change just like that. While you were lost, you glanced over to their table only to see that they had left while you in the kitchen retrieving an order for one of your tables. You felt a knot in your chest when you realized that they were gone, that Rob was gone. You didn’t even get the chance to apologize or try to explain yourself to him.
You finished out your shift, feeling an immense sadness that you hadn’t felt in a long time. It had taken weeks for you to be sort of okay after the night of their record release party. That night, you had opened yourself up completely, confessing your feelings to Rob, only to have him completely deny you and break your heart. Seeing him again randomly like this had reopened those wounds. The worst part of it was that you still couldn’t fix anything.
You said goodnight to Amy and the other waitress who had come in for her shift. Grabbing your purse and coat, you walked out the main doors, ready to head home and get some sleep. You stepped out onto the sidewalk, staring down as you turned in the direction of the parking lot. You had made it a few steps before you heard a voice call out to you.
“Hey, bartender!”
You spun around quickly, recognizing that name, and mostly recognizing that voice. There on the bench right outside the restaurant sat Rob. You didn’t even notice him when you walked out, but he noticed you.
“Rob?”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “not bartender. You’re Y/N now.”
He stood up from the bench and walked toward you, stopping just a few feet in front of you.
“Yeah. There’s no bartender, no Lola… it’s just me.”
He smiled at you, probably taking note over how uncomfortable you had grown again.
“Y/N,” he said your name again, “I like it. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled.
“What are you doing here anyway?” He asked, motioning toward the building.
“Oh, well, my old job… that got a bit awkward, especially when this guy I was sleeping with went and complained about me to my boss.”
Rob gave you a pained look, “yeah, about that… I’m sorry. I was a little pissed off, and I didn’t want to see you again. I didn’t think she’d fire you though.”
“She didn’t. I left.”
“I thought you loved your job.”
“I did,” you replied, “but, it wasn’t the right place for me anymore.”
“Because of me?”
“No,” you said softly. It hadn’t been because of him at all. In the end, it had always been about you and how messed up you were. “I just- wasn’t myself when I was working there. I got tired of being someone else.”
“Lola?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, “Lola was a piece of work. She was a great girl for a long time, kept me safe. But, I sort of got lost, you know?”
“I get it.”
There was an awkward silence. You, trying to avoid looking at him too much; him, staring right into you in a way that put you on edge.
“If you didn’t want to see me again, why are you here?”
“Well, we just kind of stumbled into the place. I didn’t know you worked here.”
“I meant, why are you sitting outside of my work hours after you left?”
“I promise I’m not stalking you.”
“I really hope not. The way we ended, I didn’t even expect you to stay when you noticed I was working.”
“I know. That was a huge mess, wasn’t it?”
“I’m pretty good at creating messes.”
“We both are,” he said with a grin.
“What do you want?” You asked. You were still extremely curious to know why he was sitting out here, willing to approach you after everything.
“I wanted to apologize.”
“You have nothing to apologize for Rob. I should apologize for the way I treated you. I was horrible, and that wasn’t me. Not the real me anyway. I just, tried so hard to not let myself fall for you, because I was so tired of being hurt. I didn’t know what to do with all of that.”
“I know. I’m sorry for how I reacted. But, for so long you insisted that you didn’t want me. And when you said that… when you said what you said, I didn’t believe you.”
“I understand why you didn’t.”
He paused again, staring into your eyes. You could see the hurt still there. All the pain you had put him through hadn’t gone away.
“I waited here because I saw you in there, and I just… I felt those same feelings that I always felt with you all over again. How? How can I still feel this way for you after everything?”
“I guess, the same way I still feel these feelings for you.”
“The guys tried to talk me out of it, hanging out here to wait for you,” he laughed, “but I think it’s my only chance to know for sure.”
“To know what?”
“You know, I thought about calling you. So many times. And I stopped myself because I was so done being strung along. It hurt too much.”
“I know.”
“But, seeing you again like this, I don’t know, maybe it happened because now I can finally just ask you if you meant what you said.”
You felt yourself begin to cry; that night replaying in your mind again. The way you had finally let yourself feel something for him, the way he had shot you down. The last thing you wanted was to say those words again, just to have them denied. You figured he was still angry at you, and you couldn’t blame him. But, you also didn’t want to hurt any more than you already were. You looked back to him, tears falling down your face. You didn’t want to let yourself be vulnerable again, but you realized just then that you were willing to be vulnerable for him; even if he was only doing this to be cruel. You were certain that he wanted you to say the words again so that he could tell you that you had fucked up any chance you had with him.
You nodded at him, trying to form the words. “I meant it. I love you. I always did I think. I just- didn’t know how to love you.”
You sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the harsh blow. You knew he was going to destroy you again, but you had it coming. Anything that he wanted to say to you; whether he wanted to remind you of what a terrible person you were, whether he wanted to scream at you or cause a scene right here in front of your work; you were ready for it. Because you knew you deserved it.
You saw his lips turn up at the corner of his mouth, giving you just a slight smirk as he watched you cry.
“Who’s the one saying this?” He asked.
“It’s just me.”
“My bartender?” He said fondly. He took a step closer to you, reaching a hand up to your face to wipe away some of your tears.
You shook your head at him, “I’m not a bartender anymore.”
“Yeah, I see that.”
“It’s just me now.”
“Y/N…” he said your name slowly, letting it slip past his lips quietly. “I like the sound of that.”
You felt his fingertips brush along your jawline, the sensation sending shivers through your body. You were still waiting for it. You had done your fair share of leading him on and letting him believe that things would become more, only to let him down constantly. Why wouldn’t he be doing the same to you right now?
“What are you doing?” You asked finally.
“I’m just trying to decide if it would be insane for me to tell you that I love you again.”
“It might be. We’re both pretty crazy,” you joked.
Rob chuckled, “The two of us, together? It always was a mess. It could still be a bad thing.”
“I think you mean; you and Lola together. The two of you were bad news.”
“I really didn’t like her very much,” he said, “but you… I still love you. I never stopped thinking of you. I don’t think I can give you up, and I don’t know that I want to.”
You felt yourself cry harder now; his hand still holding your face. He led you closer to him, letting his lips brush against yours softly as if to test whether or not it was okay. That was when you wrapped your arms around him, grasping onto him in a desperate attempt to have him closer to you. You pulled him to you and he let his lips press against yours.
You kissed for a long time, as if it had been your first kiss ever; and you figured, in a way, it was your first real kiss. You were letting yourself be you, and even if you had maybe let your real self slip out in the past, it was never quite like this.
You didn’t want to let go, not even when you knew the two of you would have to come back for air at some point. You held onto him, almost as if you were afraid to let go again. You had been so stupid and had given up the one person you really did care about, just because you were afraid to be in love. But, here he was again. He was with you and he had said that he still loved you, even after everything.
When he was finally able to end the kiss, smiling as you held on to him for dear life; he looked down at you.
“Would we be insane for trying this again?”
“Probably.”
“Well, I guess it wouldn’t really be us if we weren’t a little crazy.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“What do we do now?” He asked. He seemed to be just as confused and lost as you in this moment. You had both admitted that you still loved each other, and you had also admitted that you had made a huge mess of things between you. You knew you still wanted to be with him, to try to love him, but you still didn’t know how to do that. Maybe it was something that you would have to figure out together.
“I guess, we can just try to see where this can go. For real this time.”
“My place or yours?” He asked with a smirk.
You thought about it, now wondering if it was a good idea. You had only just got him back and the whole sleeping together thing had been what put you in this entire mess to begin with. Could you go there again without freaking out? Could you fall back into this with him and learn to let yourself go?
“I think you’re going to have to date me for a little while before I let you sleep with me,” you responded.
Rob gave you an amused smile. “I was not expecting that.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” he said softly as he pulled you in, holding you close to him. You felt him kiss the top of your head and you closed your eyes as you let yourself get lost in him again. “For you, I’m willing to wait.”
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