Gemma and I share petty secrets about Louis' and Harold's young days. "Then there was this one time, Harry was dancing in the bathroom naked and he slipped and fell into the toilet!" She paused to breath as we burst into laughter. "He hit his mouth on the seat and had to wear a retainer for two years," She laughed harder. Are laughs were uncontrollable. Waliyha say there in confusion as we kept laughing. "Waliyha come over here, we're sharing funny stories about our brothers," I giggled.
She scooted over, "Okay there was one time, Zayn was playing with our dog and it bit his finger, Zayn threw a fit because he wanted a new dog, not that it hurt him!" We all bursted into more laughing. My face was so heated.
We were drunk homies! "Now everybody in this bitch getting tipsy!" The radio bursted in our ears. Wow when did we get into a club. Wtf, am I wearing? Is this Gemma's? Waliyha's? I dot even know, I don't know where I am, I don't know where my friends are, I don't even know how much alcohol I have consumed.
My body brings me over to the bar for one more shot. Why? I don't know, my body is controlling me. I sat on a bar stool next to a guy. "Hey pretty girl what's your name," the man asked me. "Lottie and I like to potty, whoops I meant party," I giggled. "Oh well come with me okay," he moaned. I let him lead me into a bathroom. why?
Fifty minutes later...
I lay on the cold bathroom floor. ouch. I began to sober up. I can't believe he raped me. I tried to call out for Gemma but my voice is too hoarse. I felt the wet puddle of blood around me. The door burst open to the women's bathroom. "Baby," Liam brushed his finger across my forehead. "Liam, I'm dying, get me to a hospital," I mumbled. I felt Liam's hand around me lifting me. How could such a fun night turn to this?
