Fight Card {Harry Styles}

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“I told you we shouldn’t be here!” I scream through the loud music.

Bodies were mingling together and if you stared for a while as I was doing, then you’d notice the bodies mashing and becoming into one, swaying to the loud bass. I was sitting at the barstool my body angled towards the dance floor whilst I was glaring at my best friend, Jolene.

“If we get in trouble,” As I spoke I pointed my finger at her in an accusing way, “I will bring you down with me understand?”

“Keira,” She huffed. “Please okay? Just enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t want to enjoy myself,” I stand up and point to the dancing mob. “I’m going to the bathroom, I feel like I’m going to vomit or something.”

“You didn’t even drink!”

“Whatever,” I mutter as I stumble to get out of the stool.

I felt uncomfortable just standing here and looking at the throng of people having a great time. I take in a deep breath and head for the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies were pulsing beside me and I felt things I shouldn’t feel. Using my hands, I pushed the people that were closing on me from all sides and I accidently felt a woman’s breast. Quickly, I increased my pushing and shoving not caring about the endless curses and mutters I was receiving. I just touched some woman’s breast; I need to disinfect my hand!

I stumbled out of the dance floor and looked back at the throng of bodies with disapproval written all over my face. “Faggots,” I mutter and look down at my infect breast hand. I walked to one side of the club and walked to a dark corner where the bathrooms should’ve rested and the music could be faintly heard. I pulled the dark curtain and smoke filled with other drugs wafted into my nostrils, quickly making me gag. It was darkly lit making it look like an underground cave and I turned around embarrassed to be barging in. This place was certainly not the bathroom nor was it for someone like me.

I was about to leave when something stopped me. From the corner of my eye, I could see a tall shadow close to my right. If I could put my hand out, I could faintly touch his shoulder. But what stopped me was his breathing. It was raspy, low, and all breathless. My eyes down casted when I heard a shrill laughter of lust and my stomach heaved.

Get out of here now!

Her hands were inches away from his crotch but she was feeling him up. Touching the bulging part of his pants, arousing him. “Just say it baby,” Her voice came out seductive as I flinched. It seemed leveled and practiced. “And I’ll do it.”

My eyes widened in fear and disgust. I had to get out of here but curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to see what would happen even though I knew I was going to witness a blowjob scene right in front of my long gone innocent eyes, I just couldn’t leave. Maybe it was cause of the guy, sitting there breathing abnormally and probably having raging hormones everywhere. I wanted to see his reaction.

“Man—“ The boy whispered as I watched his hand crawl around the neck of the girl, squeezing as he slammed her face into his groin. “Gimme some of that throat! Fuck with all them kisses.”

“Sorry,” The girl whispered before putting him inside her mouth. My eyes widen as she stuffed his size down his throat.

The guy seemed angry and impatient has he had a death grip on the girls throat, no foreplay or no frills; just a straight head. I watched as she worked and I could feel my heart hammer inside my chest and my breathing rate changed rough pants, the feeling of vomiting subsiding.

JUST LEAVE NOW!

“Yeah,” He moaned as she slurped it as if it was her day job. I watched at wonder how she stuffed the huge size in her small mouth before spitting it out halfway. I was feeling violated and guilty just watching this, but I couldn’t leave. I was lured into watching and it seemed as chains were hackled around me and rooted to my legs, offering no movement or control to my own body. I was basically trapped.