Optical [h.s fanfiction]

Chapter 5: Red Solo Cup

A/N Okay so this chapter is a little bit intense and there are references to rape, so if anyone is uncomfortable with that then please do not read any further. I, in no way encourage the topic of rape nor do I support it.

J and I pulled up to the frat house and I immediately smelt a mixture of pot and alcohol. I was ready to get wasted and feel nothing at all. I needed it.

I exited the car with Jordan and we linked arms to walk towards the infested house.

"Whatcha thinkin Bea?" Jordan asked me the familiar question. Before we walked through the door.

"I think that we're going to get wasted and I could care less if Harry is in there with some oompa loompa"

"That's the fúckin' spirit" She shouted and walked faster as we finally entered the house.

People were thoroughly intoxicated all around us, bumping and grinding against strangers. I oddly missed this, not giving a fuck.

I dragged Jordan towards the jack pot of liquor which lied in the kitchen. Sadly, I was all too familiar with the typical frat party.

We both had a drink in hand within 5 minutes and it was gone in the next 5 seconds. However, many red solo cups later I was feeling numb. I remember Jordan telling me she was going to find Tom, her new 'plaything'.

I also remember seeing Niall making out with some girl and making very awkward eye contact with him. But, being me I gave him a thumbs up and saved my baby barf for later. So, I headed to the dancing bodies because what else was there to do at parties.

The pounding music was in sync with my swaying hips and before I knew it the person behind me was in sync with my body. The hand of the stranger scanned my body with their foreign hands. I ignored the uncomfortable feeling as the stranger landed their lips onto my neck. I could feel the harsh sucking and the swirling of their tongue. That mark was not going to be pretty tomorrow morning, but I didn't care. I was numb.

My body was then pulled through out the crowd and up and unfamiliar area. Stairs were not my friend when I was drunk. If I was sober I would have be asking more questions of where he was taking me but I didn't care. Instead I peered over my shoulder and saw him in the crowd and he saw me. My intoxicated brain immediately became sober for a minute as Harry and I made eye contact. My attention went back to the stranger that gave me a love mark on my neck. He was bringing me down a hall now. The guy glanced over his shoulder and smiled at me. But, it was a different smile.

His grip was tight and uncomfortable. I began to finally panic and the alcohol was not helping at all. Before I knew it I was pushed into a bedroom. My weak ankles didn't support me as I fell on my butt.

I laughed at my drunk self.

"God you're hot" The stranger said to me.

"So are you and your friend" I said confusingly as I was now seeing two of him.

The stranger swiftly picked me up and set me onto a bed. He began to hike up my protective layer and kiss me roughly. My dress was wrapped around my waist, I had no control whatsoever.

"Stop" I said trying to push him off.

His sweaty hands began to travel to my breasts which were thankfully still covered.

"Get the hell off me" I pushed harder on the guy hovering over my helpless body. My breath became uneven and the sudden urge to faint became more known by the second.

"Shhh Angel it's okay" he noised quietly as he fiddled with his belt. The nickname made me cringe as I tried to release myself from his strong grip.