Deranged

Chapter 6: The art of getting Drunk

I got my writing mojo back. Okay- I decided that I won't be discontinuing after all. lol
So without further a-do, here's an update!

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Previously on "Deranged"

*Ashley's POV*

"Um, Harry? Where are we going exactly?" I finally ask the question that's been bothering me since we left campus which was approximately 20 minutes ago.

"It's a secret." He smirks, glancing at me through the rear view mirror for a second then back to the road.

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"We're here." Harry says after parking the car next to a really big building.

This place gives me the creeps. It's just an old red-bricked building, but I can already smell the evil lurking in its shadows, not being cynical, but I just have a bad feeling about this place.

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"What are you-" I barely said the last word before his index finger was brought to my lips.

"Shhhhh." He smirks before removing his finger and he slowly backs me up against the wall. He starts leaning in but I quickly stop him, pushing gently at his chest. I tried to push harder but he won't budge, and before I could prostest, the next thing I knew was his cold lips crashing against mine.

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Chapter 6: The art of getting Drunk

*Harry's POV*

I've been looking for her for about ten minutes now. Where the hell is she? I turn around for five seconds and she fucking disappears. But that's not the only reason that I'm so bothered, it's the fact that I care so much.

What the fuck is happening to me?

It's just guilt. I'm just concerned that something bad might happen to her and I'll definitely get blamed for it. Yeah, that sounds reasonable. Because there is no fucking way I am feeling this way just because I care about some girl.

The longer I ponder over these thoughts, the more I crave for the burning sensation of alcohol down my throat. But I'll have to find Ashley first, just to be sure.

I turn around for the last time and scream her name for what seems like the hundredth time and that's when I see her stumble out from a room, if I had turned around too fast I would've missed her. I call out to her, but she doesn't seem to hear me. She looks like she's struggling with something, I call out to her again, but she still can't hear me over the fucking loud music.

I start to make my way towards her when I'm stopped by a yank on my arm. I jerk my arm back, but whoever the hell grabbed me didn't understand that when the person you grab keeps yanking their arm back, they probably don't care about you and what you want and have somewhere fucking important to go. I haven't even had a single drink yet and I already have a goddamn headache.

I turn around to face this fucking moron and tell him to fuck off, but then it wasn't a guy, it was Amanda.

Shit.

*Ashley's POV*

"Let go Ed!"

Those are the words I've been screaming for the past ten minutes. My voice is starting to get hoarse and my throat is starting to hurt. What kind of crazy shit day is this? Is this like, an omen of some sort? I should not have gone to school today. I shouldn't have met these people, and by that, I mean Ed and Harry. They are such pain in the-