As we pulled up to the club, I got a terrible feeling in my stomach. It was like a signal telling me that I shouldn't be doing this because something bad is going to happen. Instead of paying attention to that signal and doing what I should, I ignored it and went into the club hand in hand with Liam and we followed the boys.
The club was packed with sweaty, drunken idiots practically having sex with each other on the dance floor. The majority of them looked younger than me and I'm not even old enough to be in a club. I guess one perk to having a famous boyfriend is getting into places you normally wouldn't. Liam and I were still following the boys until Harry finally led us to a booth, shouting over the music, telling us to sit while he gets us drinks.
"Do you drink?" Liam asked, practically shouting over the music.
"Liam, I'm not 18 yet."
"Oh right. Want to leave then?"
"If he gets us drinks, I'm drinking them." I laughed and smiled as Harry came back to the table, a trampy looking girl carrying a tray of shots following closely behind him. She set the tray down on the table and left, but not before slipping a piece of paper with her number on it to Harry. The boys grabbed themselves a shot and Niall slid one towards me.
"On 3, ready?" Zayn asked, all of us nodding in approval, "One...two...three" we all threw our heads back, swallowing the clear liquid.
I slammed the shot glass down and coughed, the burning that the alcohol had caused definitely wasn't comfortable, but I wouldn't mind doing it again.
"How was it?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face.
"Wasn't half bad." I shrugged.
"Time for another round!" Harry shouted, jumping up and making his way to the bar. We had two more rounds of shots before I started to feel the alcohol take it's effect on me.
"Would you like to dance?" Liam asked, warm breath fanning over my neck. I bit my lip and tugged on his arm, pulling him out of the booth.
"Use protection!" Louis shouted, earning him the middle finger from me.
We walked through the crowd of people and found an opening, immediately starting to dance. Well, it was more of me dancing while he stayed to the beat of the bass with his hands on my hips. All of the couples around us were getting very intimate with each other which I wasn't a fan of, it made me feel awkward. We continued dancing for a few minutes but I needed to use the restroom.
I stood on my tippy toes, placing my hands on Liam's shoulder for balance, and started shouting over the music, "I need to use the restroom"
"Alright, follow me" he grabbed my hand and led me through the sea of people, stopping in front of the restroom. "I'll be here" he informed as I let go of his hand.
Surprisingly, there wasn't a que so I was able to walk right in. I finished my business and started washing my hands. Right as I finished drying them, I got a text. It was a text from Liam telling me he went back to the booth because Louis tried getting into a fight with someone he doesn't know. Just great. I walked out of the restroom only to be stopped by someone tapping me on the shoulder.
"Hello again" Dave, the owner of the diner Josh and I went into when I first got to London, murmured in my ear, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.
"W-what are you doing here?" I started backing up, edging closer and closer to the crowd of dancing people.
"You never let me finish my fun with you. So, I thought I'd finish here, where no one will suspect a thing, not even your little famous boyfriend." he took bigger steps and laid his hands down on my side's, playing with the fringe on my crop top. He had an evil glint in his eyes as he stared at me, pulling my body against his.
"Please leave me alone." I squeaked, pushing on his shoulders.
"I don't want to." he smirked, dipping his head down to my neck, causing me to start shaking out of fear.
"Please leave me alone. I didn't do a thing to you." I starting crying and hitting his shoulders in attempt to get him off of me. No matter how hard I tried to get him off, he stayed latched to me, literally. His lips were latched onto my neck, sucking and biting, making me sob even harder as I tried to get him off of me.
After he left his mark, he let go and pushed me away, "I think I'm through with you now. You're no fun" he grimaced before walking into the crowd, acting as if nothing just happened.
My hand flew up to my neck, covering the throbbing sore that Dave was so kind to leave and I ran back to the booth, still sobbing uncontrollably.
"Carter what's wrong?" Liam gasped, running over to me, laying his hands on my hips, causing me to shy away. "Carter, are you okay love?" he asked, really starting to sound worried.
I tried telling him but I couldn't make any words, all I could do was sob.
"We're going to go" Liam informed the boys before taking his hoodie off and handing it to me. "Put it on and put the hood up, paparazzi shoving cameras in your face and asking why you're crying is the last thing you need right now" I turned away so he wouldn't see the bruise on my neck and slipped his hoodie on. He put the hood up for me and laced our fingers together as we walked out of the club. I kept my head down so they couldn't see the state I was in.
'Liam is this your girlfriend?' 'What's her name?' 'How old is she?' 'How long have you two been together?'
My goodness they're nosy. I've seen paparazzi on tv and read about them on tv and they never seemed this bad. I guess it's completely different when you're the one being attacked. They were making me feel even more uncomfortable, and because of that, I had a death grip on Liam's hand. I didn't notice until he smoothed his thumb over mine in a calming manner, making me loosen my grip. Security kept everyone back as Liam and I climbed in and started driving.
"Carter, are you okay what happened?" Liam took a hand off of the steering wheel and placed it on my exposed thigh, tracing random, invisible patterns onto my leg.
"C-can we please talk about it later?" I looked down at my lap and started tracing every detail on his hand as an attempt to distract me from thinking about what happened at the club.
"Absolutely"
We drove in silence on the way home, it wasn't uncomfortable, it was kind of calming. Liam has finally learned not to talk to me when I'm acting like this. He knows that I will talk to him when I'm ready and I'm very glad that he knows that. When we got to the flat building, Liam helped me out of the car and gave me a piggy back ride up to our flat because I was absolutely exhausted. We stepped inside of the flat and Liam immediately went to the couch to sit down and relax. I went to the bathroom to get Tylenol because my head was pounding from the music and the crying. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and winced, I looked absolutely horrid. I don't think I'll be going to a club anytime soon because of tonight's events. After taking the medicine I kicked off my shoes and threw them into my room before walking into the living room. Liam was looking at something on his phone but you could tell he was going to fall asleep at any moment. He looked up at me and smiled before patting the spot next to him. He's so adorable. I walked over to the couch and laid down, resting my head on Liam's lap. He stared down at me with a small smile on his face as he played with my hair, slowly putting me to sleep.
"Goodnight Liam" I murmured, closing my eyes and curling up into a ball, pulling his hoodie down over my knees.
"Goodnight Carter"
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