The Battle

This Is Trouble

"Come on, Christy! It's going to be fun" Louis whined as he followed me around in my house. "It's just one night, it wouldn't hurt, now would it?" He added and I rolled my eyes. "Louis, I will not go pubbing with you guys" I insisted as I poured myself a cup of tea that I prepared just before Louis came rushing in with the others, begging me to go with them to this new pub.

"And besides, isn't this bad for your reputation or something?" I asked, taking a sip from the small cup I had in my hands. "But Christy" He whined again, dragging my name out. 

"Let loose! Go out and live!" He exclaimed. "But Louis....I want to stay in the comfort of my house" I mocked. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Go ahead, be that way. Oh, and by the way, it's not just regular clubbing. It's a party with some celebrities. I heard that Taylor Swift, Cher Lloyd and Ed Sheeran were gonna be there. Too bad you won't come...." He sighed dramatically as he turned around and started to walk away.

My eyes were wide. "Wait!" I shouted a little too loudly since the other boys came in the kitchen. "Fine, I'll go" I sighed and they cheered. "Party! Party! Party!" They chanted as I rolled my eyes. Boys.

Later that night, I was already in my dress and I was only strapping on my shoes when the doorbell rang. I started hopping down the stairs, my right foot held behind my back by my right hand. 

As I opened the door, I sat down on the floor and continued strapping my shoes on. "Hello to you too, Christy" Zayn smirked as all five boys stood in the doorway.

"Oh shut up, bad boy" I mumbled as I stood up with the help of Niall. "Ready to go?" He asked and I nodded, grabbing my clutch from the table by the door. 

"I'm driving" Harry announced. "Oh sweet Lord. I still have my life ahead of me" I teased and he rolled his eyes before smiling. "You[re lucky I won't push you out of the door because I'll be too busy with these idiots" He said and I grinned. At least we were getting along, sorta.

"Let's go!" Louis grinned and soon we were in Harry's car and on our way to the pub. "Oh, and by the way, I lied to you" Louis said from the front seat and I frowned.

"I hate you, Louis William Tomlinson. I completely hate you." I declared but he just grinned at me through the rear view mirror.

"At least I got you out of your house. You've been cooped up in there for weeks" He said, his smile slightly turning into a frown.

"Why don't you go out much? Like you said earlier, you have your whole life ahead of you. So why not live life whilst you're still young?" He asked and I sighed, leaning my head back on the leather upholstery. "I don't know" I mumbled.  

Minutes later, we were outside our destination. We all started piling out of the car, Niall staying behind to help me out. "Thanks" I smiled. 

 As we entered the establishment, the smell of alcohol immediately hits me. Oh yeah, I'm allergic to alcohol. Well then....

Right as we stepped in, Louis, Harry, Zayn and Niall all rushed to the bar while Liam stayed behind. "I thought both of your kidneys were already working?" I said, turning to Liam and he smiled at me.

"They are. I just don't want to risk it." He answered and I nodded understandingly. "So what do you usually do when you're at clubs?" I asked as we made our way to a couch against the wall.

"I usually look after the other boys" He replied. The song changed to something quite familiar. Liam chuckled at the realization sunk in. He started singing along.

It feels like we've been living in fast forward

Another moment passing by 

He stopped and turned to me, a grin on his face. "Wanna dance?" He asked and I grinned also, nodding. We both stood up and made our way to the dance floor. 

In the midst of our dancing, a hand brushed against my bum. I turned and saw a guy checking me out; his eyes trailing up and down my body. He was drunk, obviously. I could smell it. Liam didn't notice and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey there, beautiful" He purred and I recoiled as he tried leaning in. "Stay away from me" I hissed as I turned around. He grabbed my forearm and pulled me into his body. He had a large frame, standing at about 6 feet. He terrified me.

 "Come with me. I can make you feel good" He whispered into my ear. I desperately looked around, looking for any of the boys but to no avail. The man's hand started travelling up and down my sides as I tried to pull away but his grip only tightened.

"Help!" I screamed. He sloppily forced his lips on mine to shut me up. He moved us away from the crowd, pulling me to the backdoor. With one final glimpse of the club, the door was closed.

~Niall's Point of View~ 

My thoughts were hazy but I could've sworn I heard a familiar voice scream for help. Seconds later, Liam ran up to us, worry evident on his face. 

I quickly sobered up, noticing the absence of the only female in our group. "Where's Christy?" I asked, standing up from the bar stool.

"She's gone. I checked everywhere in the club. She's gone" He said, panting. Louis and Harry were still drunk off  their arses but Zayn was by my side, also sober.

"She wouldn't leave without telling any of us. Besides, she doesn't have her car and her house is half an hour from here" Zayn pointed out.

"I know! That's why I'm worried!" Liam exclaimed. "Let's check outside. Liam, stay here. Call us if you see her here again, got it?" I instructed, my heart pounding against my chest. Liam nodded and I sprinted to the doors, Zayn close behind.

As the doors opened, the cool air hit my face. "Zayn, try calling her."  I commanded and he nodded. As he pressed the phone to his ear, I heard our ringtone. Zayn's ringtone. I looked around, seeing a familiar bag on the ground.

My eyes widened as I sprinted up to it, identifying it as the source of the sound. "Zayn! It's her bag!" I screamed. There was no way to contact her and that worried me more.

Zayn ended the call as I stood up with the bag in my hands. "Oh no" I breathed. "Where did she go?" Zayn asked himself, worry flooding from his voice.

The doors to the pub opened and revealed a sober Louis, a sober Harry following him. "Where is she?!" He screeched.

"We don't know! She dropped her bag!" I screamed, my breathing uneven. She was in danger; I could feel it in my veins. She was somewhere without protection. Unsafe.

"I shoudln't have done this" Louis groaned, gripping his hair and pulling on it. "Calm down, mate. We'll find her" Zayn said but his face was still full of worry for the missing girl. 

I was sure that my face mirrored his as I glanced at the small bag in my hands. She was out there. She was in danger.