Love Hangover (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4-

Abriella's POV

I finished performing a few more constructed routines; watching my reflection dance with grace and agility around the room. I smiled with my eyes closed, biting my bottom lip slightly and revealing my glistening teeth. My chest moved towards the ceiling, and back down as I lied my back on the cherry wood floor, listening to my upper respiratory system perform its duties as I felt the temporary bliss kick into overdrive gained from each move made, each turn, every leap, landed with pointed toes and arched centers. However, the bliss just wasn't the same compared to the one I was used to; the feeling of accomplishment as each drop of the burning liquid oozed down my throat at a rapid pace, making my skin crawl in anticipation, and my body temperature increase as the amount of energy contained in my body immediately increased, giving me several urges; wanting to dance, drink even more, and grind on random guys until the sweat dripped off our body like a pad of butter in a hot skillet. I laughed at the thought, and immediately jumped into action, jumping gracefully onto the pads of my feet, feeling the immense cold spread throughout my body, causing small goose bumps to arise on the outer layer of my skin. 

After reminiscing, and thinking about other ways of finding such a thrill, i gave up, not having the ability to come up with a better way to find happiness. I ran to my suitcase and changed into my usual attire; A fitted dress, showing every asset given to my body from each granual of a gene granted from both of my parents. I smiled when I spotted the perfect dress sitting near the bottom of my suitcase. It was a one sleeve, black dress with sequins covering every millimeter of fabric, adding shine and shimmer. The one sleeve was long, reaching down to the small of my wrist, while the other side had no strap, revealing my visible collar bones and elongated neck. The bottom of the dress reached the beginning of my thighs, barely covering my bum. I jumped a little in delight when I tried it on and saw how amazing it looked on my curvy, yet slim body. I looked in the mirror, turning to the side, analyzing the dress and it's appearance. "It's perfect" I whispered into the thin air, and also to myself, running my hands down the rough, fabric, smoothing it and pushing it closer to my body. I skipped a couple steps back towards my suitcase, squatting down and digging through, seeing all of my high heels sitting latched together neatly at the bottom. I looked at each pair, holding them up against the dress and walking to the mirror, trying to find the perfect pair. I picked up the last pair, sitting lonely on the right of the suitcase. I looked at them, still noticing a tag on them that read "Valentino's". They were platform heels, standing around 6 inches from the ground. I smiled and ran to the mirror with the shoes in my small hand. I sat them down next to each other on the floor in front of me, setting my right foot in carefully, noticing the immediate height gained from the black platforms. I smiled, setting my left foot in the accompanying shoe, looking at how they accentuated my long, muscled, yet slim legs and the large curvature sitting at my hips. I ran to the suitcase with the heels on, immediately regretting it as my ankle twisted slightly. I stumbled to the floor, but laughed the immense pain off, moving to my knees and crawling to the big black bag sitting on the floor in front of me. I grabbed my pink curling wand from the front, mesh pocket, and a large clip, finding a socket, and curling the sections of my hair, getting ready to search for that amiable rush once again. 

"Your free to go" The bulky bouncer spoke to me, un-clipping the red, thick rope from the other, revealing a large passageway for me to walk through. I smiled as I strutted in, pulling my long, blonde, curled hair over my right shoulder, putting it in it's correct place once again, now silently cursing, forgetting to add sprits of hairspray to my long blonde locks. The "Whiskey Mist" sign was now disappearing from view as sweating, dancing bodies, and drunken figures slouched in corners took its place. I could smell the fruity drinks from the entrance, hearing my heart ache for the longing of bliss. I strutted in my heels towards the bar, carrying my clutch and IPhone, and noticing the stares of many, single guys standing along the red walls. I hung my head low when contact was made, and smiled slightly at the ground, watching my black platforms move with each step I took. I continued walking, looking around and seeing everyone on the dance floor having a hell of a good time. The men were trying to bring the girl's closer to their body, wanting temporary relief. I reached the bar and leaned over the counter; showing my cleavage a little and hoping the bar tender wouldn't charge me much for a drink. I noticed the bar tender's muscular arms and short, black hair as his back stood towards me. I smiled friendly and looked around at the other thrill-seekers surrounding me. "What would you like?" I turned back, noticing a sweet, tender voice speak to me. I looked at the woman in front of me in complete shock, standing up straight again, noticing that the masculine bartender was actually.. A woman. I laughed slightly and boggled my mind, thinking of what would give me a nice, yet shocking thrill. I smiled and bit my lip, "1 Sex on the beach please." The bartender laughed and turned around, grabbing a towel and throwing it over her shoulder as she sprayed the sweet syrup in the mix shaker. "Coming right up!" She responded as I smiled slightly, turning around and putting my hands behind my back on the counter, now facing all the sweaty, grinding bodies scattered around the dance floor; red, gold, silver, and black lights spiraling around at the beat of the music. I smiled, noticing all the guys around the room smiling cheekily at me. "Here you go Hun." A sweet, yet semi-familiar voice spoke. I turned around, suddenly brought out of my trance to see a orange, fruity drink sitting upon a napkin on the wood, slicked counter. I smiled and threw down a 5 on the counter, winking and walking away from the bar. I looked back to see the girl stuffing the money in her pocket as she talked to a scruffy, young guy waiting for service at the counter. I grabbed the red straw that sat in the alcoholic beverage and brought it to my red stained lips. I felt the liquid immediately slide down my throat and give me a thrill that touched my heart like a spark of lightening. The feeling was amazing and I never wanted it to end. "Wanna dance babe?" A husky, yet sultry voice spoke from behind me, latching its hands on my hips, and making me pull my drink down from my lips in pure shock. "Why not." I replied quietly, locking over my shoulder, smiling, seeing how cute this mystery guy was. I found the nearest table and sat the drink on it over a napkin, grabbing the man's hand and pulling him behind me towards the dance floor, feeling his fingers sweep by my bum slightly. I smiled when we reached the middle of the dance floor, feeling the lights hanging from the ceiling surround and circle our already sweaty bodies. I grabbed both of his hands, and set them lower on my waist, latching my arm around his neck from behind as we danced and scooted our bodies closer together, removing the little bit of remaining gap, and successfully grinding my bum against his crotch, feeling it slide on my back with each erotic move made. 

After a while of dancing, and around nine drinks later, I found myself sitting in a booth, talking to this mystery guy, whom I was yet to discover a name, sipping on yet another glass of Jack Daniel's whiskey- on the rocks. "Do you wanna get out of here?" The man spoke, his pink lips parting with each word. I deciphered the words he spoke with my eyes, not having the ability to hear him over the extremely amplified music. I waved my hand, and he grabbed it, making me stumble a little as I walked out of the red, patterned booth. He held a tight grip on my hand as we waked through the maze of exit ropes which made me feel a slight dizziness, walking through the desired path. I stumbled with each step I took. Every surrounding suddenly becoming fuzzy and blurred with each involuntary blink I took. We continued walking down the sidewalk, the only sound made coming from my heels hitting the permanent cement covering the dirt of the Earth. "Have I told you that you are really cute? I mean, really cute. All those other bastards in there wanted a piece of me, but you my friend, you were the only one I had eyes for." I blabbered out, standing on his left side and poking his chest drunkenly, feeling like it helped my point even more to do so. "I am flattered, really." The mystery man scoffed in response, tightening his grip around my small, dainty wrist. I didn't think anything of his rougher tone of voice until he lead me into a dark alley. His features now becoming more prominent as the street lights behind us lit up his face slightly in the darkness of the London night. He had dark, short hair, a slight goatee, and muscular arms. "Where are you taking me?" I asked in curiosity, feeling sudden chills as he tightened his grip once again and led me farther into the alley. "Shut up you slut." The mysterious man screamed, pushing me up against the brick wall, making me hit my head as he set his forearm on my throat; pressing with excessive force, blocking my airways from performing its normal actions. I brought my hands up and latched onto his forearm, trying to pull it off of me so I could actually take a breath. I gave up after a few seconds, watching as he cocked his head, admiring every single feature that lied on my body. "Oh lord, you are gonna be a feisty one aren't ya." His deep voice spoke. I noticed a deep, Irish accent arise from his voice as he spoke each word. I struggled, flailing my arms and sobbing silently, trying to relieve some of the stress of my lungs. I screamed loud, hearing a throaty, yet scratchy tone come from my mouth. This angered him. I could see his facial features clench in anger. "Don't scream you stupid bitch." He yelled in my direction as he removed his arm from my throat, giving temporary relief until I felt his hand reach up and slap my cheek harder than I thought was capable. I opened my mouth in pain and cried as I fell to the ground, my heels falling out from under my feet and falling off as my face and body flew and collided with the concrete from the impact of the slap. I cried from the pain, feeling helpless as the alcohol started to kick into my blood stream, leaving me without strength to fight. "You scream, you die bitch." He spoke again. I kept my face towards the ground as the tears streamed freely down my face. I could feel my ankle swell from the sprain I was going to experience later. "Do you hear me?!" The man screamed. I could feel his weight on my stomach as he latched his large hand forcefully around my neck, snapping it and turning it towards him. He brought his left hand to his pocket, bringing out a silvery and identifiable object; a knife. He brought it to my throat and replaced his hand with the sharp, serrated edge. I stopped sobbing, and clenched my eyes shut in fear, feeling the impulsive shaking occur over my body. "Now, be a good girl and let me finish what I started." The man spoke, licking his lips sloppily and smiling a toothy grin as he removed the knife from my throat and replaced it with his hand. I could hear the ripping sound of fabric, feeling the sharp and cold object touch my skin slightly as he ripped the black, sequined fabric from my body. I squirmed, but felt him sit father down on my stomach, his weight preventing me from moving. I screamed as loud as possible, hopelessly longing for someone to hear my screams of fear. "What did I say?" He screamed immediately, putting the knife to my cheek and covering his hand over my mouth, digging the knife into the skin of my cheek slightly, hearing the sound of skin being cut open as he pulled it down to the curvature by my chin. I squirmed and shook, seeing the red liquid glide down my cheek, off my chin, onto the ground next to me. "Do it again and your dead" His firm, Irish voice spoke as he whipped my right cheek again, making my bleeding, left cheek hit the hard ground again, staining the ground completely red. I could feel the blood glide rapidly down my face, knowing that he cut pretty deep. I looked down to see him admiring my matching, black lace undergarments. He smiled and looked back up at me. "Naughty little girl aren't we?" He said, still smiling and laughing a sinister laugh. I looked over to my right to see the shining fabric of my dress completely disheveled. That's when I panicked. I screamed, as loud as I could, feeling an immediate jab to my cheek, and another cut on my forehead. At least that's all I think happened because after that, all I could feel, and see was eternal darkness.