Heartbreaker

Chapter 7

Alex's pov

I try to push him back but he wouldn't budge. When's he gonna realize that I'm not kissing him back? "Harry" I mumble.

"Hmm?" His gaze meets mine. "Why are you doing this?" I whisper.

He moves his head right next to mine and whispers in my ear "why not?" I roll my eyes at his stupidity. This is so wrong. I need to get out of here and find Niall. Honestly, it doesn't even bother me if I find him with Kelsey I just need someone to get this drunk asshole away from me.

As I try to scream for help, Harry's lips meet mine again. I turn my face to the side and try to get out of his strong grip. "Help" I let out a scream. I've never realized how stupid I was until right now. I'm screaming for help in a club. No one will be able to hear me over the music let alone know where I am.

I grab Harry's face in my hands and he cocks his head to the side. "Listen to me" I stare into his emerald eyes. "You are drunk. You won't remember a thing tomorrow. Just stop, okay?" He stands there, looking at me as if I were an alien.

As we stand there, staring at each other an idea pops into my brain. Just as Harry was leaning in again, I smacked him really hard across the cheek. He stood there in shock, absorbing what just happened and that's when I made a run for it.

Luckily, Liam was still at the bar so I ran up to him. "Liam" I shout. He looks at me, "Everything alright?" He asks. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. He can't help me if he's drunk.

My mind in auto pilot now, thinking who wouldn't be drunk? Zayn maybe? My eyes scanned across the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Finally, I found that familiar dark brown quiff and sprinted to him.

"Hey!" Someone yelled. Being the idiot that I am, I looked to see who yelled. As my eyes meet the emerald ones that I fear, somehow my speed increases. Slipping past bodies, just as I make it to Zayn, my hands are being held together behind me. As Harry drags me backwards, Zayn notices me. I start to cry because I know I won't be able to escape an angry Harry. Giving in, I obediently follow Harry.

When we get back to the secluded area we were at before, he shoves me against the wall. "Bad girls get punished" he grits through his teeth. As his hand pulls back, I turn my head, squeeze my eyes shut, and wait for the impact to come. But it never does.

Slowly opening my eyes, I find Zayn shoving Harry up against the opposite wall. "Don't you DARE touch her EVER again" he yells at the curly haired boy. "Do you understand?" Harry nods, obviously surprised by Zayn's outburst.

Zayn turns to me and takes my face in his hands "did he hurt you?" I shake my head no. "Do you wanna leave?" "Yes p-please" I choke out between sobs.

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When we arrive back at the house, I run up to my room and shut the door. After changing into sweatpants and a hoodie, I turn on some music really loud and cling onto a pillow.

My music is so loud that when the bed dips it frightens me. I pause the song and take my earphones out. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" Zayn asks. "Not really" I reply uneasily. He nods and scoots next to me, leaning back on the mountain of pillows.

I cuddle up next to him and bury my face into his chest. "Harry scares me" I whisper, clinging onto the thin fabric of Zayn's shirt. "I know, babe. He won't touch you again. I promise. I don't know what got into him tonight. Too many drinks and a pretty girl I guess." If I am correct I would believe that Zayn Malik just called me pretty? That is in no way possibly true. I am ugly and stupid and dumb and almost got fucking raped by my brothers best friend. After crying, there is no way in heck that me being pretty is true.

Shaking the rubbish thoughts out of my mind, my eyes eventually close and I start to fall asleep.

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"Just get out of her bed" a voice demands. "I'm trying I'm trying!" Another voice answers. I feel movement from underneath my finger tips and grasp the fabric tighter "please don't go" I plead. "I'm just going to change into pajamas. I'll be back, I promise" his angelic voice murmurs into my hair as he kisses my forehead before going to get changed.

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Niall's pov

Around 3 a.m. we got back to the flat. Kelsey followed me up to my room and I tossed her a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. She changed quickly in the bathroom and slid under the covers. I followed her shortly after and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

*the next morning*

Waking up to the blindingly bright sunshine in your face and having an excruciating headache was a perfect way to wake up. I'm being sarcastic, of course. As I turn to lay on my side, a girl is laying next to me, blonde hair sprawled across the pillow. At first I was confused to who was in my bed but then I remembered it was Kelsey.

After laying in bed for another ten minutes, my throbbing head made me go downstairs and get some aspirin. I downed the drug with a glass of water and went to sit down on the couch. Alex and Zayn were already awake and watching TV so I joined them without saying a word.

"Hey is everything alright? I saw you two leave early" my mouth speaks without thinking.

A look of fear washes over Alex and Zayn tenses. "Everything's good" Alex replies quietly.

Everything is obviously not good. What did I miss last night? I must've been so fucking wasted. What can I say? I'm an Irishman, drinking is what I do best.

Kelsey comes walking down the stairs snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hey babe" she smiles, pulling her hair up into a knot on top of her head and sitting down next to me. "Morning" I reply sternly. "What's gotten into your knickers?" She laughs even though I can tell she's confused. "Nothing. Just thinking..." I shrug.

"I had so much fun last night" she whispers in my ear, straddling me. "Okay" I say uneasily. Okay? Seriously Niall? Wow I'm stupid. Her hands start to massage my shoulders and I close my eyes in happiness. It honestly feels good. I seriously need to get a massage soon. "We could go upstairs?" She suggests standing and grabbing my hand. I blankly stare up at her. "No thanks. I kinda want to talk to Alex and Zayn... In private." She nods and goes back upstairs.

*Kelsey's pov*

He just chose his friends over me. Seriously? I thought we had something. When you like someone you're supposed to spend time with them, not choose friends over them. That's okay though, I'll get my revenge.

When I grab my phone from the bedside table I text my best friend Julie.

*i need help planning something*

She quickly responded *what ya need help with?*

*i need help getting revenge*

Again, she responded right away saying *i've got an idea ;)*

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An: ew this sucks but I just felt bad bc I haven't updated in a while. What did u think of Kelsey's pov?(;

Comment what you think her revenge is...(;