Forgotten

Chapter 4

As soon as I catch my breath, I realize what is going on. Harry is on top of Justin. His fist continues to slam into Justin's face. I can't handle watching Justin get hurt. 

By the time I get up, Justin is on the floor, and Harry is on top of him, slamming his fist into his nose. Justin has no time to even fight back. I have to stop it. I run up to Harry, using all of my strength, pulling him off of Justin. His fist cocks back, as I can see he is about to hit me. He stops himself. I notice his eyes soften up. "Audrey.."

"NO. Fucking get off of him!!" I push him back. No matter what, I can't stand to see Justin get hurt. I still love him. No one will hurt him. He can be the biggest dick in the world, but I can't stand to watch him get his ass kicked. 

"Audrey. He fucking tripped you. He treats you like shit in the hallways. I watched him do it. I was defending you. You don't deser-"

I cut him off, "No FUCK YOU HARRY. You had no right to get involved. Just go!" I realize I'm yelling in his face.

"Aud-"

"NO. GO!!" 

He looks down at me, nodding, walking past me and into the kitchen. 

I lean down to see if Justin is okay, trying to check out his wounds as he slaps my hand away. "I don't fucking need your help." He growls, getting up, grabbing Caitlins hands, "Lets go. This party blows anyway." 

He lifts up his pants, running his fingers thru his hair, charging out. He's pissed. I hide my face into my hands. This is just bullshit. I stopped him from getting his ass kicked for him to treat me like dirt like he always does. I can't do it. I need to leave. I want to be by myself. I have to go tell Ashley I'm leaving. 

I notice Ashley with a bunch of guys surrounding her. Typical. I walk to her, pushing the blonde away. "Ashley. I'm leaving." 

She tilts her head, "NOOO baby..I saw everything that happened. You just need another drink..or two..." She giggles, "OR THREE." 

I shake my head, "No Ashley. I'm leaving."

She pushes her rum to my mouth. I sigh, downing it. "So you're not gonna take me home?" I stop myself. "Nevermind. You're drunk." I guess I have no way home. I have to make the best of it. Just...get so drunk that I black out? It'll make me forget everything. 

I walk to the kitchen, pouring a shot of vodka. I drink it down really quickly. I lean againt the counter, pouring myself another one. 

After 5 shots of vodka, I begin to feel like the world is spinning. It's great. I look towards the living room where everyone is dancing, noticing Harry dancing alone. Should I go dance with him? Why the hell not.

I walk up to him, handing him one of the shots of vodka that I just have taken a sip out of. He looks up at me, "you're not..."

"NOOOO just take a sippppp" I slur. I can't believe how drunk I am getting. 

He laughs, "Love..you're drunk." 

"NOT THAT DRUNK. I still remember you." 

He chuckles loudly, with amusement upon his face. "Of course you remember me.."

I don't really know why I'd remember him, but I don't care. "HARRY...let's dance."

He looks down at my hands, lifting them up. Is he trying to dance with me like I'm in Barney? I twirl around, pressing my ass against his front, as he whispers in my ear, "Didn't expect that.."

I turn my head towards him, grinding myself up against him. I push myself harder against him, grinding myself to the music. He leans over, lifting my head up, "you're really trying to tease aren't you?"