Why Me? (A Harry Styles Punk Fanfic)

Late Night Fight

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Brit had locked lips with her boyfriend who had previously had his hand over her mouth, and Carlie was doing the same, but to some random.

"what the fuck?" Eleanor asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders and frowned hard as I felt a hand on my shoulder, creeping under the strap of my tank top. I slapped it away and jumped up, turning to face the creep.

"get your Fucking hands off me!" I exclaimed as I saw who it was.

"aw baby can't we have a bit of fun while Hazza isn't around?" He slurred, I knew he was pissed.

"fuck off dickhead. I want nothing to do with you" I spat, stepping back away from him.

He sprung over the couch and came towards me, I stood my ground. He stood face to face with me, putting a slender finger under my chin. I stepped back, screwing my nose up at him. I couldn't step any further away from him because my back was against the T.V cabinet.

He pressed his body against mine.

"I said let's have some fun" he spoke with a lot of aggression in his voice.

"no" I tried pushing him away but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me onto him.

He started walking backwards, his hands creeping lower and lower.

"ah so the little slut does wanna fuck ya now?" I heard one of them say.

"what the fuck??!!" I yelled, pulling my wrists from his grip. "I never said anything about Fucking you, you fuckwit. Get it through your thick Fucking head that I don't like you!" I said, banging my knuckles on his forehead.

Apparently he didn't like this. He grabbed me again and dragged me towards the stairs.

"El! Call Harry and tell him to come now!" I yelled at Eleanor, throwing my IPhone at her. She nodded alarmingly.

Louis dragged me down the stairs and into the loungeroom. He threw me onto ths couch with such a force that I swear I got whiplash. I knew where this was headed. I tried to kick and punch him as he got on top of me, but that failed. He loudly whistled, which caused a couple of heavy thuds to come down the stairs. The next thing I knew was my arms and legs were being held down, allowing Louis to have full access to my body.

Just as I was about to yell for help, a clammy hand was clamped over my mouth. I started to panic, knowing exactly where this was going to end up. I tried my hardest to fight out of the restraints but failed miserably. Louis was handed a knife from I don't know where and he grabbed ahold of my tank top.

"stay still baby. We don't wanna cut you now do we?" He smirked.

I could feel tears forming in my eyes, threatening to spill onto my cheeks.

Louis began slicing his way through my shirt, making sure he trailed the cold knife along my skin. Tears had begin falling as he ripped the material from my body, exposing my torso. I wondered if El had called Harry?

Louis licked his lips and eyed me off like a piece of meat, trailing his fingers over the exposed skin. He then begun on my pants, slicing the seams open with the knife. I cried out helplessly, knowing no one would hear me due to the hand covering my mouth. He discarded my pants, throwing the knife onto the floor. He started unzipping his pants, revealing black boxers that I never wanted to see again.