Sweet Bad Boys || Harry Styles AND Luke Hemmings

Chapter 12: At The Club

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Luke's POV

"And she's soo pretty." Ashton kept ranting on and on about this new girl he met today, Spencer? I think that was her name. All it made me think about was Hazel. 

"So are you in?" Ashton looked at me with pleading eyes.  

"Oh um sorry what.." I didn't really want him to know I wasn't listening, but he didn't looked bothered, he just rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to the club tonight with Spencer wanna come?" Hmm...

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Hazel's POV

I can't believe i'm actually doing this. We were outside the club waiting to get through the bouncer. I'm wearing a short black dress with red flats. I just can't do heels, all girls do, but I'm weird. Other than that my brown hair was straightened, since I can't curl my hair for shit.  I'm not trying to be cocky, but I look hot. I feel really awkward showing this much skin, especially since i'm not the smallest girl ever, but still hot.

Spencer looked stunning though. Her hair was beautifully curled and she was wearing a small silver dress with a little bit of a push-up. She was wearing silver stilettos showing off her ankle tattoo. I hope to get a tattoo someday. 

The next thing I realized was the bouncer saying "You're through."

We walked into the club and the lights were flashing everywhere and the music was so loud I could barely hear myself talk. 

"Ohh, There's Ashton!" Spencer waved over to Ashton as he came closer to us.

I leaned into her "He's cute" 

She giggled and gently nudged my side "He's mine missy."

Once they were together I decided to walk off and grab myself a drink. 

"One umm" I didn't really know what to order, I don't drink to often. The bartender must have noticed my hesitation because she spoke up.

"I recommend the bloodhound gin." She smiled sweetly. She had dark brown hair with a little bit of red in it and black eyes with a couple scattered freckles.

"I don't drink too often either so I know how hard it can be." She giggled. A couple seconds later she showed up with my drink and I payed her.

"So what's your name?" She inquired, I don't really know why I interested her.

"Hazel and you're?" I asked cocking my eyebrow.

"Oh haha, yeah, I'm Sandra, Sandy for short."

"So what are you doing in England?" How does she know I'm not from here?

"I um, how did you-"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I noticed your Boston accent and I'm from Boston too so sorry if I creeped you out." She laughed. I noticed she does that a lot, having a really bubbly personality. 

Sandy and I talked for about another half an hour until I excused myself to go dancing. I ended up dancing with a couple guys and I actually was having a good time. 

I was in the middle of grinding on some guy when suddenly I could feel my drink coming back up. I quickly ran out of the bar to the back wall where I threw up the contents of my stomach. Lovely. As I was, you know, I felt my hair being pulled out of my face. Once I was done I looked back up to see a man holding my hair for me. 

"Thank you.." I quietly muttered, my throat still burning from the puke.

"Are you ok love?" Aww that word again. I instantly felt my cheeks heat up. I gently bit my lip and nodded my head. He then pulled me farther from the club.

"You're really quite pretty. Where are you from?" He asked  looking into my eyes.

"A-uh- America." I stammered, he was a little too close.

"Oh so you don't know your way around London too well do you?" He mischievously grinned. I did not like where this was going.

"No I do."

He quickly pinned my arms above my head and started kissing my neck. 

"Do you now?" He growled.

He started rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. I started to kick trying to get him away. He then pushed up my dress revealing my panties. At this point my heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't know what to do. Can I fight? I did the first thing that came to my head.I spit in his face.

"I like them a little feisty." He smirked whiping his face from my siliva.

He then roughly started squeezing my breasts causing them to hurt. I was crying now. This can't happen. I had to get someone to stop him.

"HEELL-" He cut me off be shoving his lips against mine. When he finally disconnected I felt a hard shock take over my face. I put my hand up to my face, he just slapped me.

"Shut up unless you want this to hurt more." He lowered himself towards my panties, pushing them out of the way. I felt his finger go in slowly then faster. I wiggled around trying to get him away from me.

He reached upwards and started putting pressure against my breasts. I could feel my hot tears all around my body. The second his hands were in distance I bit down onto his arms.

He yelped in pain before slapping and punching me serveral more times. At this point I just decided to give up. I stopped my squirming.

"That's more like it princess." He mockingly taunted, making me sick. He then started sucking on one of my breasts  until something ran and pushed him over.

Now that I was free I didn't waste a second and quickly adjusted my self so I was covered again. Then looked over to what happened. Some blonde boy was on top of the man punching him repeatedly. It was about a minute until my attacker ran off. The new boy ran up to me and hugged me, I flinch a little at his touch still nervous.

"Hazel, beautiful, are you alright?" How did he know my name?

"How do you..." I looked up at his face. I can't believe it. It was Luke!

"LUKE!"  I yelled hugging him tight burrowing my head into his chest.

"HAZEL!" He laughed mimicking me. He then pulled me away from him putting each of his arms on my shoulders. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you? Are you feeling dizzy?" He sighed then gently said "Hazel. Look at me."

I couldn't though. I kept looking anywhere but him, I can't explain it, I was almost feeling embarrassed, ashamed. After a couple seconds he gave up and just pulled me into him again.

"Hazel, it's not your fault." I just hugged him tighter.

"I just want to go home." I mumbled into him. 

"What beautiful?" He whispered, making me blush so much, I probably looked like a wreck but here he was still calling me beautiful.

"I want to go home... can you?" I said louder this time, trailing off.

"I don't know the way to your dorm from here. Would it be ok if we go to my flat? You could spend the night? I could give you a tee shirt to change and I could.." I felt like he was going to ramble on forever, it was easy to tell he was nervous about asking me over so I just reached up and kissed his lips.

"Yes. That'd be great." He smiled widely and grabbed my hand guiding me to his car. He opened the door for me and then walked over to the drivers side. Which is still backwards. I quickly buckled up as did he. We were driving for about 10 minutes in silence until I realized I kept asking one question over and over in my head.

"What were you doing at the club tonight?"

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