the freshmen 500 || h.s

Chapter 12

I quickly turn and storm out of the room.

"Aria!" Harry runs after me. "Aria, wait." I feel a hand grab my arm and spin me around.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice not sounding as confident as I'd hoped.

"It's not what it looks like." Harry pleads. He starts explaining what happened but I don't listen. His piercing green eyes captivate me and I find myself hypnotized by them. I watch his lips. They look soft although I know his words are harsh. I find myself wanting to reach up and kiss him and forget this ever happened.

I then realize that there's another way to forget this.

I turn on my heel, cutting Harry off mid-sentence. I search the room for an unattended red cup and I spot one on an end table next to Skye.

I peer inside the cup and see a brownish substance. The smell of it burns my nostrils but I gulp it down anyway. I turn around, hoping I've made my point to Harry but he's no where to be seen.

"Thirsty are we?" Skye giggles. I smile at her and ask where the bathroom is. "Don't know. Ask Louis." She responds, yelling over the music.

I search the house for Louis and find him playing beer pong with other upperclassmen. As I approach him, my vision gets blurry and I feel as if I'm about to fall over.

"H-hey. Where's the bathroom." I mutter, tapping him on the shoulder.

He turns around and I see double. He notices too. "I can show you the way. Are you alright? You look a bit sick." I nod but slump against him, suddenly becoming weak.

"Woah there." He chuckles. "Let's get you to the bathroom, shall we?" He puts his arm around my waist and leads me up the stairs.

Every step up the stairs makes me feel heavier and heavier. My vision is spotted and I lean on Louis for support.

As we reach the top, my vision fails completely and I fall into Louis' arms.

. . .

"Dude, did you lock the door?"

"Yeah yeah just shut up."

"Take her shirt off."

"Who cares about her shirt? Just take her pants off so we can do this quickly."

I hear muffled voices but I can't see who they belong to. My vision is still blurry and I attempt to ask what's happening but nothing comes out.

I feel hands on my body but I've lost the strength to fight against them.

My vision clears a bit and I can make out the face of the person on top of me.

"Louis, what's happening?" I croak.

"Louis, hurry up." I hear a familiar Irish accent. I turn my head and see that the voice belongs to Tiffany's brother.

Louis unbuttons my jeans and slides them off my body as he places wet, sloppy kisses down my neck.

I try to push him off but I can't lift my arms.

"Stop." I whisper. "Stop it!" I try to yell.

Suddenly, someone jiggles the doorknob.

"Shit, come on Louis." Someone yells.

"Alright alright." He smirks and takes my shirt off.

Now, the person is banging on the door and the other boys in the room search for something to barricade it with.

"Help!" I scream, suddenly finding my voice. Louis slaps me across the face and my cheek stings at the contact. Tears stream down my face. I'm so focused on the pain that I don't realize that someone has kicked down the door.

My vision goes blurry once more but it's not after I see Harry punch Louis in the face that sleep overcomes me.

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A/N: Hey guys! Just thought I'd update for you. Since it's summer, I'll have a lot of time to update and create some great content (hopefully). Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

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