Orphan

Chapter 8

Everything went smoothly until I decided to get up and get myself a glass of water. I can only have that much alcohol until I start getting drunk. Louis was already well on his way there and I didn’t feel like finding it what a drunk Louis was like if the sober one was fucked up enough. I walked up into the bedroom door, wait where was I even supposed to sleep? What the hell am I still doing here, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.

I sighed going to the bathroom, rinsing off my face as I stared in the mirror tiredly. My vision was becoming blurry and I couldn’t help but feel slightly dizzy. The alcohol was taking effect and it was doing it fast. Some music started playing outside and it got louder and louder, causing my head to pound even more.

This night was only getting freaking worse, there was a knock on the bathroom door and by now I was already sick to my stomach. I frowned not answering the knock as the handle wiggled constantly. “Who’s in there?” I heard a deep voice speak up from behind the door as I questioned whether or not I should speak up, I couldn’t make out who it was. “I asked who the hell is in there I have to pis, seriously I have such a huge pis, just open up.” He pleaded with a groan as I shrugged, stumbling to the door slowly opening it and taking a seat on the rim of the bath.

I had to throw up so badly and I couldn’t even bother to look up at who it was. I heard footsteps as my eyes remained closed as I leant my head in my hands, trying to block out the music. “Are you okay?” the unknown person asked as I heard a zip go down and immediately after a river of urine into the toilet was making the loudest noise ever. “Mhm…” I groaned, nearly falling back into the bath as the toilet seat closed and a loud flush was heard followed by the running water from the faucet. “You don’t look too well, you came with Harry right?”

“Mhm.” I mumbled plainly as I felt an arm lift me up, “What are you doing?” I stuttered furrowing my eyebrows as my head started spinning again, “I’m taking you to his room. You need to lay down, I think you’ve had too much to drink.” I rolled my eyes as I looked up slowly only to see Zayn helping me up to the room. “Oh, it’s you.” I stated plainly as I shook my head to try and wake myself up more. He walked me up to the room once again as I walked to the bed falling down on it. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, don’t touch anything and don’t snoop around. You can get comfortable on the bed and Harry will be up soon.”

“No, don’t c-call him.” I hiccuped putting the pillow over my head as I heard the door shut and Zayn walked away. I held my stomach as I tossed and turned on the bed. This was horrible and minutes felt like hours, I could barely close my eyes with all the noise. I heard a key in the door as a latch moved and I sighed lifting my head slowly, only to find Harry walking in. “What are you doing? Zayn said you weren’t feeling too well.” He asked standing by the bedside as his arms folded loosely across his chest, I could smell the beer on him but he wasn’t drunk. Not yet anyway. I didn’t answer, but merely looked at him and turned around. “Hey,” he spoke snapping his fingers in front of my face as I pushed his hand away. The next thing I knew I was roughly lifted up so I was sitting and I felt the room spin again.

“You’re fucking drunk.” He groaned shaking his head as he went to his wardrobe and pulled out some things throwing them at me. Go freshen up in the bathroom, get yourself clean and put this on so you can go sleep.” He commanded as I raised an eyebrow at him and let out a small chuckle, him being so scary was actually funny when I’m drunk. I laid back down and held the pillow as I felt my legs being dragged out of bed, “Leave me!” I whined kicking my legs as he struggled to pull me off and I gripped the headboard. He sighed heavily as he threw my legs down on the bed and stomped off to the bathroom, I heard shuffling and water. The next thing I knew I felt a cold washcloth on my face and my hands being held down. “No!” I scolded trying to break free of his grasp as he continued to hold me down and wipe my face.

He ignored my shouting and just carried on as if I wasn’t even struggling, he was too strong for me to fucking do anything why was I even trying? I squirmed relentlessly as he grabbed the shirt he took out of the wardrobe and put it in my hands. “Put this on.” He instructed as I felt my eyes close slowly, the dizziness getting the better of me. He groaned in irritation as he took off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants as I hit his hands away. “The fuck are you doing?!” I yelled as I tried to get up and he threw me back down. “Sit still!” he yelled back, now getting angrier, I could sense it.

He took off my pants as I frowned pushing him away and running to the door going inside, he ran inside and grabbed hold of my waist dragging me back as I screamed kicking and scratching to get free. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” I frowned struggling in his tight grip as I felt tears well up in my eyes and my heart-rate increasing by the second. He pulled me into the room as he shut the door, quickly throwing me on the floor. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” he yelled with the bass of his voice booming throughout the room and I cringed. “Get the fuck up! You do not EVER do that again!” he yelled once again clenching his fist as he picked me up, grabbing my arm as he threw me on the bed, stomping his way to the door as he swung it open, “PARTY’S OVER, MUSIC OFF LADS!” he called out and after 2 minutes everything was shut down and the house was quiet. Everyone had probably gone to their rooms.

I frowned holding onto the pillow as I sat back against the headboard, this alcohol was the least of my worries right now. His attention turned from inside and he shifted all his attention towards me now, his eyes containing flames I had never seen in any man’s eyes before, I could see into the pit of his heart and the rage inside scared me more than the devil himself. “I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER SEES YOU LIKE THAT!!” he scolded as he pulled my leg down, so I was no longer sitting against the headboard but rather laying down flat on my back. “YOU DON’T EVER RUN OUTSIDE LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU LITTLE SLUT YOU HEAR ME!”

I flinched biting my lip as I felt a tear stream down my cheek and his hand made contact with my face. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as they burnt to the touch and a sting rang throughout my head, “I ASKED YOU A DAMN QUESTION!”

I frowned unable to speak as he clenched his jaw tightly, his veins in his arms visible more than usual now, I felt his hands pin me down as he cradled his legs on either side of me and held my body down, I turned my head away trying to squirm as he ran his hand up my thigh and bit down on my neck causing me to wince. My body was shivering and I couldn’t control anything anymore, I didn’t know how to handle this. He gripped my thigh and traced his fingers across my underwear as I choked on my sobs quietly and he moved his head closer to my lips, grabbing my throat. He stared down at me whispering softly, “Next time, I won’t stop. Got it.”

I nodded slowly as he got up off me and threw the shirt at me and I quickly put it on as he switched off the bedroom light. I got under the blankets and held them closely to my body as he climbed in next to me. I scooted slowly away from him, laying as close to the edge of the bed as possible. He threw his arm around my waist as I flinched stiffening my body, holding my breath. I felt him sigh as he lightly kissed the back of my head and pulled me closer into his chest, I don’t know if he was trying a technique of comfort but all the alcohol in the world couldn’t make me gullible enough for this shit.