Flower ((A Dan Howell Fanfiction))

Chapter Twenty-Five:

It turns out, you don't need to be twenty-one to drink alcohol in the UK.

Tana had just finished her third pint.

I was still on my first beer, and it tasted like shit, but it calmed my nerves. We'd been here for ten minutes, and Tana was flirting with an adorable guy at the table next to us. Every time she would stand up from the table, I'd grab her arm and yank her back into her seat.

"Nope. She's mine, thank you."

Tana would then giggle and take another swig from her drink.

I roll my eyes when another group of rowdy guys waltz into the pub.

Sigh.

Where are you?

My question is answered when the door opens again and Dan and Phil push their way inside. They spy me in the back, but I don't hold their gaze. I look over and notice that Tana is now sitting on the cute guys lap and he's getting handsy beneath her shirt.

"Oh no no." I stand and walk over, taking her by the arm and pulling her from his lap.

"Hey!" half the table screams, standing. A few men throw their drinks.

"She was fine. Let her be, you thieving bitch."

Tan makes an angry noise and tries to fight back for me, but she just ends in a fit of giggles before she can utter her first word. "Come on, T. We're leaving."

Cute Guy stands up from his table.

"Don't be a bitch. Just let her go. You're not leaving."

I pull Tana close to me and try to get around the men standing, trying to get to Dan and Phil who are feet from us.

"Chrys," Dan calls. Phil calls Flower, and then they're right behind the guys. None of the guys turn around; they're still staring at me.

Tana leans heavily into me and I can tell she's crashing.

"Can I please get past? I have to get her home."

Cute Guy shakes his head, stepping closer.

"I said. You. Are. Not. Going. Home. She was fine until you came in a stole her from us. Just let her go and leave, and we'll take care of her."

I push Tana behind me.

"That's it," Cute Guy scowls, grabbing me by the front of my shirt, jerking me away from Tana.

I yelp, clenching my eyes shut. "Dan!" I scream.

What I hear next is the unmistakable sound of drunk men yelling and Dan yelling, pushing his way to me, and painful grunts. They're fighting.

But Cute Guy is still in my face and his breath smells like a ridiculous amount of alcohol. His breath is right next to my ear.

"If I can't have her, then I'll have you," he breathes, choking me with his rancid breath. I whimper when he licks a stripe across my cheek.

"Chrys? Get OFF HER!" Cute Guy is wrenched away from me and I'm thrown off balance, landing on my knees. Painfully.

I wince as I stand and turn, looking for Tana. She's with Phil, who's waving for me to join him. I push my way to him and he takes my hand, pulling me out of the pub. It was cold outside, and I wrapped my arms around myself to try and keep warm.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked. He was holding onto Tana who looked tired.

"Yeah," I tell him, even though I can still feel Cute Guy's breath on my ear. The line of his saliva is drying on my cheek. I rub my cheek against my shoulder, trying to get rid of it.