Wish from a shooting star (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 6 (He knows)

TW: ABUSE

This isn't the 'main abuse' happening in this story, therefore it's not that interesting (plus my writing skills aren't the best), but still warning about it. And thank you for over 50 reads omg?? Hope you enjoyyyy xx

Harry's Pov:

"The- the what?" I stuttered, my heart racing like it was trying to escape my chest.

"Well don't tell me, you actually thought you can just show up to Zayn's party, dressed up as a whore, and not drink a thing," another one laughed. I knew that voice.

"I don't want to," my voice was shaking. My whole body was. Are they going to force me to drink something or just pour it straight into my mouth? I had no idea. I didn't want to know the answer. Just the idea of it made me feel scared.

The same boy that laughed grabbed both my wrists, pushed me against the wall, hard, and I was panting. My heart skipped a beat when my back hit the cold bathroom wall, and once our eyes met, I remembered his name. How could I forget, it was Ennis. "Looks like to me, you don't have much of a choice."

He shoved me down, and I winced as my knees hit the floor. It felt like a million knives stabbing through me and I knew this is just the beginning. His friends filed in, each one holding a bottle, and placing them not too far away from me. Some of them left, only to come back with more. Ennis never left his spot, standing in front of me, and he was the first one to take one of the bottles.

I tried to scotch over to the corner as much as I could, but it was obviously no help. Another one came closer to us. He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up, and held my jaw, making my mouth open.

Before I knew it, they were all around me, leaning in like vultures eyeing their prey. They just laughed, forcing the bottle to my lips. I tried to keep them shut, but their hold was too tight. One of them pinched my nose, making me gasp for air and when the liquid burns as it touches my tongue, I gagged. They kept pouring more and it seemed like they were not planning on stopping any soon.

I didn't want to swallow it. I tried my best not to, but it was hard. My throat was burning, and I didn't like the taste. I wanted to move my head away, but their grip was strong, I didn't move an inch. The liquor started falling down my chin, neck, and chest, but I didn't want Louis' clothes to get dirty. I didn't know what to do.

They were keeping me restrained, my arms were all cramped and aching behind my back, head still looking up, and my mouth was open wide like I'm about to scream but I couldn't do that either. I was stuck here, trying to breathe through the panic with my heart racing and I could feel tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I wanted to shout for help, but all that came out was this pitiful whine that was barely even a whisper. I wished I could go back home and hide under the covers, or be anywhere but here, but instead, I was here, with no way out and all there was left to do was to blink back the tears and try to keep it together. I was just hanging on by a thread, hoping that somehow, they would stop.

I wondered where Louis was, if he was even looking for me. Probably not. He's somehow managed to know almost everyone here, therefore he probably hasn't even noticed I was gone. But that didn't mean I didn't want him to look for me. I hoped he was. Maybe he could make them stop.

The tears were stinging my eyes, blurring my vision, and all I wanted was to hear his voice, telling me that everything's going to be fine, that he's here, and he's not going to let anyone hurt me. Maybe he will show up. Eventually. But I doubted he would comfort me in any way, not after what happened. Until then, I was left with the echoes of my own thoughts and the deafening silence that's swallowed me whole.