19 Rules [on-going]

C h a p t e r 6

*A/N : haven't proof read it sorry. Late update, I know -sorry. But there is no one reading it so yeah....but if u are comment below. also small chapter ugh...sorry.

The alcohol is buzzing, and messing with my head. My leg just vaguely brushes the side of Jeremy’s right leg.

“Wow love, aren’t you sloshed.” He tightly holds my ankle so I can’t try to kick him again. Before I can even open my mouth to say something, he changes his grip from my ankle, to both my wrists.

“Jeremy, let go.” I am overpowered by his soberness and find myself defenseless as he pulls me past people, and then inside a room.

“I’ve waited so long for the two of us to be alone” He says as he keeps moving closer to me. His hands are still tied around my wrists – which have started to burn, because of his strong contact.

I swallow air, and struggle to keep him away from me, but all in vain as he still seems to be moving closer. We are kept apart by centimeters now.

“Sweet, sweet Natalia, you smell better than before” I want to slap him and run away, but I am unable to. I can feel his hot breath fall on my neck, as his nose touches my ear lobe. He plants a soft – but wet – kiss on my jawline. I stiffen, and immediately retort. Almost falling down, I speak

“Jeremy, leave me alone” My head is throbbing and hear a high pitched ring continuously – making it harder for me to concentrate on anything other than balancing myself.

“There’s just one problem darling” he says with his eyes fixed on my lips.

“I can’t” he finishes.

Help me, someone please help me. I mentally cry out, just hoping – for I am left with no other choice. Right then, the door flies open.

“Harry” I squeal, watching him enter.

“Niall” I squeal again, seeing him follow behind. 

“Hey man! Leave her alone” Harry speaks up, his voice more manly than ever. He flexes his muscles a little – I assume to intimidate Jeremy.

“Run back to where you came from and leave us to our own business” Jeremy says in a bored tone. Like, he knows Harry and Niall aren’t much of a threat and can do him no harm. I was counting backward for a punch that my two saviors were supposed to throw at the evil lord – it was quite mandatory, at least in the given situation.

“Don’t be a prick” Niall spits at him, flinching his face.

I ask myself why no one is physically fighting yet, and why I haven’t been groped into Niall’s saving grace and wrapped by his strong arms.

Jeremy finally looks back at me, realizing that Niall and Harry aren’t actually any form of threat to him. I don’t question is confidence, after all he is six feet tall and pretty well-built – even more than Harry and Niall combined.

“Right, so where were we?” I shift my face away as he tries to kiss me, and just then Harry smacks a glass on his head.

I scream in shock, Niall grabs me and pulls me away from Jeremy’s reach.

Jeremy presses his hands tightly on his wounded head, crying out in pain. We all stand and stare at him. He continues swearing under his breath – a human habit which I never really got, I mean how was swearing at your wound make it any better? Why don’t you mumble something happier? Like names of different candies. But then again, it was one of those habits I had.

After a minute or two, Jeremy gathers himself together and darts at Harry.

“RUN” Harry screams – almost as a reflexive action.