Broken

Chapter 15: Bad Idea

I was in my room looking through my dresses when Danielle, Perrie and Eleanor barged in,

"We have the perfect dress for you" Perrie sang, while take a dress out from behind her back.

The dress was tight, long sleeve black an lacy, it was very sexy, the back was v-neck. It was a perfect dress.

"Awh girls it's perfect!" I said while giving them a quick hug.

"Can I do your makeup?" Danielle asked,

"Only if I can do her hair!!" Eleanor chirped. The girls began working their magic.

After 3 hours of dolling me as themselves up we were done. The clock read 6:00, whoa time went by really fast. Perrie handed me some black wedges and some silver bracelets that complimented the dress.

I took one last look in the mirror and gasped. I looked like a model, my hair was pin straight, adding even more length to it. My makeup was light foundation, bronzer and red blush, a nice black smokey eye outlined with black eye liner and mascara. I looked sexy.

Danielle, Perrie, Eleanor and I all shared some girly giggles and a quick group hug, proud of the work that was put into getting dolled up.

We made our way downstairs, Perrie first, then Eleanor, the Danielle, I was the last one to walk down.

As soon as I came into view Harry's eyes scanned up and down, then a smirk formed on his lips. He kissed right beside my ear while he whispered

"Damn, you look hot."

His whisper sent shivers down my spine.

We all made our way out to the cars, since there was 9 of us we took 2 different cars, Harry, Niall and I in one car and Zayn, Perrie, Danielle, Liam and Louis and Eleanor in the other.

Once we arrived at the club, there were flashes going off all around us, we finally made our way to the doors, we were let in immediately obviously because they were friggen One Direction.

The music was pounding as we made our way around the sweaty bodies that smelled like alcohol, we found a large booth that fit all of us and then set our jackets and belongings down. Harry went and got all of us shots.

"To friends!" He said, with that we all shot back the glass. The tequila burned my throat, but it wasn't alcohol wasn't a foreign thing to me.

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After downing shot after shot I found myself swaying my hips to the music on the dance floor with Danielle, Perrie and Eleanor. They were hilarious drunk, Eleanor kept crying and saying 'I should have just moved to Boston!' While Perrie was so mad that she would hit any guy who wasn't Zayn that touched her. Danielle was like me, just danced the night away.

I scanned the room, in search of Harry but I couldn't find him anywheres. I made my way over to where Zayn and Liam were chatting

"Have you seen Harry anywheres boys?" I asked

"Last thing I saw he was over there" Zayn said while pointing over to the bar.

As I made my way over I saw his familiar chocolate brown curls, I felt relief wash over me, but soon it was replaced with pain.

I looked over at Harry, who had his lips locked with some girl with a low cut dress and a load of makeup caked on her face.

"Harry.." I said, just above a whisper.

He pushed the girl off him and looked at me with regret in his eyes.

My first instinct was to run, I ran through the sweaty bodies and dodges the drunk dancers. I kept hearing Harry call my name but I didn't stop.

I finally reached the door and ran down the sidewalk.

I came across an ally and ran into it so could catch my breath. It looked pretty sketchy so I started to walk back to the street, only to be stopped by a man, who looked late 20's, scruffy beard and tattooed arms.

"Where do you think you're goin love?" His deep voice said, echoing off the walls of the ally.

I soon enough realized that I was trapped.

"Oh sorry I have to go" I cried trying to push past him, but he wouldn't budge.

The man grabbed my arm and slammed my up against the wall, the back of my head instantly throbbing. He began to kiss my neck, I tried to push him away but I was too weak compared to his large frame.

Tears of fear were spilling from my eyes as I yelled the first thing that came to mind,

"Harry!" I screamed. I repeatedly yelled "Harry!" But the man closed my mouth with his hand and whispered in my ear

"You better keep your mouth shut love."

Harry's POV

"Harry!" I faintly heard, it sounded like Delilah, and she was in danger, I kept running until I found where the source of sound was coming from. There I saw my Delilah pinned against the wall, trapped by a waste of space drunk.

The first thing I did, without thinking was pull the man off and punch him right in the jaw with all my strength, he stumbled back into some garbage cans. I pulled Delilah into my embrace , she was shaking. She yelled

"Harry behind you!"

I quickly turned around to see the man about to swing at me, before he can I knee him in the stomach and punch him across his scuffed up face.

I distantly saw a flash and looked up to see tons of paparazzi's flashing their cameras, I grabbed Delilah's hand and we both ran until we were greeted by our black car, we hopped in and sat in silence.

This was not good.