Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 28

I found myself sitting in a bar. After what felt like hours of walking, I've had enough and stopped at the nearest bar. I don't know how much I've drank but the bartender had told me that all drinks were on the house for me. He was very sweet.

"One more shot please" I mumble

The bartender raises an eyebrow. He had short, electric blue hair, pale skin, piercings on his face, blue eyes. He was unique and very attractive.

"You sure? This is your 5th shot.. And you've had two beers.. And you still have to get home." He sighs

"Positive" I smile weakly

"Last one I'm giving you, alright?" He pours me my last shot and gently hands it to me

What am I even drinking? I chug it down anyways, letting out a grunt at the burning sensation in my throat. "Thank you" I whisper. He nods and smiles,

"Get home safe"

"Thanks- Uhh..."

"Alex"

"Thanks Alex"

I stumble off, not sure where to go. I might be drunk but I know that going out right now wouldn't be the best idea. I just walk around the bar, hoping I would sober up. I'm stopped when I bump into someone. I look up to see a tall, handsome guy.

He was probably an inch taller than me. His hair was black, hazel eyes, fair skin. He had his hands on my hips, a sweet smile on his face. I was mesmerized. Well, technically Zayn and I weren't dating right? We never made anything official.

"Hi" I smile crookedly

"Hey.." He says, his voice raspy "can I get you a drink?"

His voice was the cherry on top. It was raspy and sexy. Almost like Zayn's, although his accent wasn't perfect like Zayn's... He was very very attractive. How was I going to deny him??

"Of course you can"

He guides me back to the bar area and we take a seat. This time I didn't get Alex, thank god. Not that I don't like him, he would just refuse to serve me a drink because I've had "enough".

"What would you like?" The guy says

"Anything" I tell him, admiring his face

He nods and he orders a drink. I didn't catch what he ordered me. Hopefully it's good. It gets served to me almost right away. I reach over for the drink. I take a sip and smile, trying to be classy although I was drunk.

"I didn't catch your name" I tilt my head to the side

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Matthew"

"Harry. Nice to meet you"

We shake hands and I take a longer sip. Whatever he ordered me was good and I wanted more. Part of me wanted more but the other part knew I had to stop drinking so I could find a way home. There's probably taxi's near. Hopefully I remembered my address.

"Whoa look at that guys hair" he suddenly says and points over

I look away to see where he's pointing. He's pointing at Alex. I swear Alex was looking over at me but who knows. I could just be seeing things. I look back at Matthew and smile. Although he was handsome, I had a strange feeling about him.

"I like his hair. It's cool"

I finished my drink and we started talking for a while. We've been talking for at least 20 minutes.

"I should probably get going. I have a long way home. But thanks for the drink"

He nods and shoots his award winning smile at me. I get up from my seat but something was off. I was super dizzy. My throat was tightening up. Oh no. Fuck. This can't be happening. I need to run. I look over to see a smug look on Matthews face. I start stumbling away but I slowly start to lose control over my own body.

I make it to the door but as soon as I step outside, I collapse. Stay awake, don't close your eyes. Someone grabs me by my waist and of course it's Matthew.

"Come on Harry don't make this harder than it has to be alright?"

"Let me go..." I slur, throwing my hands at him

I was expecting to hit him hard but it barely felt like I poke him. It was like I just stroked his face. He starts dragging me off to an ally. Where else would he be taking me? Maybe to his house but I saw no cars around that he could get to quick. I've seen so many police shows so I'm pretty sure I know how a lot of this stuff goes down.

"Such a pretty boy you are, Harry" I hear him say

"Help me.." I say as loud as I can, trying to squirm out of his grip

He pushes me up against the wall and I start to lose more and more control over myself by the second. All I could do was hope that someone would magically appear and save me.

I whimper, not able to defend myself when he pulls my pants down and turns me over. "Stop.." I cry out, knowing that its helpless. Who would come to help me? If no one helped by now, no one would help until I was visible in the day light.

I hear a familiar yell but it's hard to make out. Everything was a blur. I couldn't see anything. Suddenly, I wasn't even able to move my body. I've lost complete control.

His hands reach down and he starts to squeeze my bum. I whimper, not enjoying one bit of this. His hands start to slide into my boxers. My body tenses at his touch.

I wait for the pain to come but instead, my body rolls onto the floor. I was released from his grip. I look over but I can't make out what's going on. I heard grunts and it sounded like someone was punching someone. Is someone actually helping?

"Don't you ever touch him again!" I hear that familiar accent say

Was that Zayn? How bad are my hallucinations? I feel someone grab me and I go for defense but I'm not able to move my body. That last thing I see is a streak of electric blue, like Alex's hair, and I hear voices saying,

"Whoa, Harry, stay with me. The police and an ambulance are on their way."

"Harry, babe, try to stay awake! Tell me something, do something!!"

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WHOA. WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

GUYS I FOUND OUT HOW IM ENDING THIS STORY. IM NOT GIVING HINTS ON WHETHER ITS BAD OR GOOD. ALL IM GONNA SAY IS BE IN FOR A SURPRISE.

GUYS. HOW ARE YOU FEELING ON THIS WHOLE NAUGHTY BOY AND ZAYN DRAMA?

PERSONALLY, IM UPSET WITH ZAYN BECAUSE HE'S LETTING NAUGHTY BOY BE A DICK TO US AND HE LEFT US WITHOUT A PROPER GOOD BYE AND THAT UPSETS ME BECAUSE A LOT OF YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN THERE FOR HIM FOR SO LONG AND TO HAVE HIM LEAVE WITHOUT HIM ACTUALLY GIVING US AN ACTUAL REASON OR AN ACTUAL GOOD BYE. BUT THATS JUST ME.

WHAT DO YOU THINK??