Yours

Da-Da-Da Date

[Rebecca's POV]

      So you know how Harry said we were going to dinner? Well, we are not. Instead, he was invited to this party for one of his friends who lives here in New York. We're going there instead of the dinner. I hope he knows paparazzi are here and he's going to get in trouble for lying to everyone. He even had Paul drop us off at the restaurant we were going to eat at. I was really thinking we were going to eat until Harry pulled me down the street. That's where he told me his plan. We were going to his friend's party and tell to everyone we went to dinner. It was kind of one of those we say we did and don't kind of things. What got me was when he told Paul we'd catch a cab back to the hotel later on. I really had no choice but to go. He forced me into that party. Literally, he picked me up and went right into the club place. He brought me to a chair by the bar and sat me down before leaving me.

"Meet me outside at twelve." He said.

I watched him walk into the dancing people without another word. This placed wasn't like a club, club. Everyone was dressed normal. Well, some girls could find a shirt, but other than that it was pretty normal. Harry wasn't normal though. I just loved how he left me alone on our date. He really is such a gentleman. You know what else he did tonight? He took my phone just to make sure I wouldn't call someone. I don't get why. I mean, he's already had his picture taken by people. Fans, paps, ect. He's bound to get caught when we get back, but whatever.

I could see Harry already dancing with people, so I put my head in my hand. I sighed looking at everyone around me. There were couples and singles. I hated the fact that every couple thought it was a great idea to kiss in front of me. It was like they knew I just got out of a relationship with a cheater. To take my ex off my mind, I got up to use the bathroom. I noticed Harry following my every step. I rolled my eyes and opened the girl's bathroom door. In there, there were two people making-out. That wasn't the most comfortable thing I wanted to see, but alright. I picked a stall and used it. Once I was done, I washed my hands and quickly walked out seeing the couple on the floor. That escalated quick.

When I walked out, I bumped into some guy. He grinned and pushed me up against the wall. I had a feeling he wasn't too sure who he thought he was doing this to. "Um.. what are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting the girl." He breathed onto my face. He was drunk.

"How old are you?" I asked moving my head to the side trying to block his lips from my mouth.

"Twenty-one." He grinned kissed my neck.

I started to get grossed out and I tried pushing him off, but he wouldn't budge. He's a twenty-one year old drunk. I couldn't turn out good. I turned my head and to see Harry watching this whole thing. He just kept dancing with a girl looking at me. He wasn't doing anything. What an asshole.

The guy's hand reached down my thigh and that's when I took action.

"Oh, no." I said removing his hand off of me.

"Oh, lighten up." He guy said pushing me all the way against the wall. His body on mine. I couldn't escaped. I looked over and Harry was still looking at me doing nothing other than having a girl grind on him. I started struggling hoping Harry would get the point I didn't ask for this. He just winked and smiled at me going back to the girl he was dancing with.

Son of a bitch.

"Stop squirming." The guy whispered grinding himself on me.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I kicked him.

He backed away and I ran through the crowd right to Harry. I took his arm and ripped him away from the girl. She wasn't too happy, but I couldn't care less.