Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

Prologue

Songs for this chapter:
- C'mon C'mon | One Direction
- Is There Somewhere | Halsey
- Night Changes | One Direction
- Someone In The Crowd | La La Land 

Prologue.

The music is loud. Too loud for my normal liking, but today? Today I welcome the noise and the way the bass vibrates every cell in my body. Today I welcome the burning liquids that I swallow with every shot glass that's placed in front of me. Today I welcome the insensitivity and numbness, that comes with having your veins filled with the poison. 

I raise one hand high in the air and run my other hand through my hair, as I swing my hips from side to side to the music. My friend Lauren, who I came with, is standing a few feet away with a guy behind her. He's got his hands on her hips and she's rubbing her arse shamelessly against the guys' crotch. I laugh to myself and make a turn as the song stops. 

My breathing is heavy and my skin shining with small droplets of sweat. It's New Years and you can hear the distant bangs of fireworks blowing up outside the club. Lauren had persuaded me into going with her to this club in central London, and though I was hesitant, I'd honestly rather be spending this spectacular night in a room that smells like alcohol and sweat, than being home with my parents and little bugger of a little brother. 

I fan my face with my hand as I make my way towards the bar, to get something to drink to cool myself down at bit. I sit down on one of the stools and the bartender immediately comes over to me and I order the first thing that pops into my mind, but before the bartender have even started on it, a strangers voice interrupts him and I snap my head towards the person. 

"Make that two, yea?" It's a man with shaggy brown hair and a sinister smirk on his lips, that just signals 'I have nothing but ulterior motives', and it's giving me the chills. His brown eyes are bloodshot and droopy, and it's clear that he's the definition of plastered. 

The bartender nods and disappears to make the drink, which leaves me and the guy alone, with Lauren on the dance floor and probably sucking the face off of that poor lad, and everyone else in the club not giving a damn about a boy and girl at a bar. 

"You were looking a bit lonely there, so I thought I'd come keep you company." He says, in a tone I suspect is supposed to be seductive, but really just makes me want to vomit and cry at the same time. He runs a hand over the small stubble on his jaw, and his eyes seems to darken. 

"Thank you, bit I'm quite content by myself." I say in a dismissive tone, but he clearly ignores it, as he moves closer to me; his warm, alcohol smelling breath running down my cheek. I cringe and gently push his shoulder away from me, and he laughs at my feeble attempt to get him to sod off. 

"Oh don't be like that, puppet. I'm sure you and I can have some fun together?" He drawls and runs his index finger down my bare arm, but I swat his hand away and run a hand through my hair. It's typical that the one drunk, pervert finds me in the midst off all these people, filled with girls who's more than willing to shag him. 

But it's always me. I don't know if I send out some kind of signal to all the idiots in London, that tells them that a girl in the beginning of her twenties is more than up for it. Which I'm not. "Please, just leave me alone." I say through gritted teeth and roll my eyes. 

"Why should I? You have a boyfriend or something?" He grins and moves a hand down my back and I'm immediately on my feet. He looks perplexed at first, but then he just smirks and stands up in front of me. This guy clearly can't take a fucking hint.