I sit up and hug my knees. Just then I heard a loud yell and crashing from outside, and Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn all walked in, holding down a struggling Ross.
"Lose something?" Harry smirks. I wipe the tears away and Harry's expression immediately changes. He walks over and crouches down next to me, one knee on either side. "Are you ok?" He rubs my back.
"I'm fine." I said, but more tears betray me.
"What did he do this time?" Niall asks softly.
"This time? How many times does this happen?" Liam asks, obviously concerned.
"Not that much..." "Everytime he drinks" Niall and I say at the same time. I frown at him. "Did he hurt you?" He asked. I shake my head.
"He just... tried to do what always does. Tried to have sex with me..." I stammer.
"You know you want it baby!" Ross slurred, trying to break free of the boys. They held him down and pushed him on the bed. "Like you can stop me!" He aims a sloppy punch at Zayn, misses, and collapses.
"Finally," Louis mutters. "So he tries to rape you, a lot, and you still date him? Why?"
"I've been best friends with him for a while, and when he's not drunk he's an amazing guy. He never actually remembers any of this, either." I say, getting up. "Hey so are we crashing here or going home?"
"I think we're gonna let Ross crash here, Jess is passed out on the couch on top of the host after giving him a blowjob in the kitchen, and I think we're all gonna head home. You wanna sleep over? Your stuff is still there, and my mum washed it all." Harry says. Ever since I could remember I've had clothes at Harry's house, and I stayed there all the time. I stay there a lot, trying to get away from my abusive mother and drunk father and Harry's mom was so nice. She was an old friend of my dad's before he started drinking and that's how I knew Harry.
"Sure. I just have to ask my mom first." I say.
"Good luck," Harry says. He leads us out of the house, walking past drunk passed out teenagers and my slutty best friend passed out on the couch. We all kind of split off in different groups to go home, Zayn and Louis going one way, Liam going another, and Niall and Harry with me.
"So... how much did you two drink?" I asked. They weren't acting too crazy but I'd seen Niall down a couple of beers, so you never know.
"I had a couple of beers and did a shot of... something," Niall grinned.
"I didn't drink." Harry said quietly.
"You haven't drank since you moved here," I said. "Impressive." Niall and Harry glance at each other then down at the ground.
"Yeah, not at all." Harry said. "American booze just isn't as good as British booze I guess." I shrugged. "I've never drank either one, so..."
"And there's nothing wrong with that. You're just a little innocent bunny," Niall laughed and tweaked my nose. Ok, he was definitely tipsy. I scrunched up my face and stuck my tongue out at him. "Well, this is me." Niall said, and turned down the path to his house. Harry and I walked in silence to my house, so I couuld pick up something and talk to my mom. He walks me to the door, whispers "good luck", and I walked inside. I reach for the light switch and flip it.
"Where have you been?" I froze as a sharp voice snapped at me from behind. "You look like a whore."
