pure (h.s.)

twenty two

I kept on dancing, despite the hands on my waist. I was too drunk to care.

A man, to whom the hands on my waist belonged to I suppose, started to behind me. Maybe he just wanted to have some fun at this party too?

I turned around to see the guy who I played beer pong with. He seemed like a fun guy, so I danced with him. He smiled and moved closer.

I can't believe I'm having such a great time at this party. Maybe I should go to parties more often? Or maybe I should start drinking at parties? I don't know. What I do know is that I am having an absolutely fantastic time tonight and I will have to thank Madison for the amazing night out.

I kept dancing with the unfamiliar guy. Gosh, I wish that was Harry. Harry! I totally forgot about him for a second. I miss him. I need to get out of here and talk to him. Talk to my boyfriend.

There's nothing I like more than using that word.

I face the boy once again, then smile and try to move out of his grip. I couldn't be doing this to Harry. I may be drunk, but I'm not stupid.

My legs move the opposite way of the unfamiliar boy, but his hands still rest on my waist.

"Dance with me," he said dragging out the e in me.

"I've got to go. I have a boyfriend," I said in my drunken state.

"That doesn't matter."

"Y-yes it does."

"Getting all nervous on me now, are you?" he said smirking.

"I've got to go," I tried running away, but his grip is still intact.

"You're not going anywhere. Where's your boyfriend? Shouldn't he be here with you?" He asked.

I stayed silent. Should I have invited Harry here?

"Exactly. Now dance with me," he said pulling me closer.

I was now getting scared. I was afraid of what he would do if I didn't dance with him.

So I danced.

He grinded against me, and I cringed in disgust. He pulled me closer and whispered into my ear,

"Come with me."

No way in hell was I going with him.

"No."

"What did you just say to me?" he asked.

"I said no, I'm not going with you," I said confidently.

"Funny girl. Princess, you're coming with me," he said as he grabbed my arm.

I tried so hard to get out of his grip. I needed to run. Hopefully Madison or one of the boys would spot me in time.

But they didn't.

He dragged me off of the dance floor and towards the back of the place. I finally realized what would happen if I didn't run.

I needed to run.

As I started to scream, people started to stare at us. He cupped his hand over my mouth immediately after to make sure no one heard me.

He pushed me up some stairs and entered a room. I didn't know I was crying until I saw myself in a mirror in the small room. He pushed me on the bed and I tried to get up and run.

I tried so hard to just get up and walk out of the room, but I couldn't.

He pinned me to the bed as I screamed and yelled. It was no use. No one could hear my cries for help.

This was it, I thought.

His hands continued to press my arms down while he kissed my neck. I couldn't do anything besides cry.

I needed Harry right now more than ever.

I wished he was here. I wanted him to be the first, not whoever this is.

He made his way down my neck to my stomach. He lifted my shirt up until it was completely over my body. I screamed at the top of my lungs, still no one heard.

He sloppily kissed me, as I groaned in disgust. His shirt came off and revealed his toned body. He had a couple tattoos, but I couldn't make out some of them because of the tears swelling up my eyes.

He unbuckled his belt and took his pants off. My shorts soon followed. I was embarrassed as I looked down on myself, only wearing a bra and underwear. I started to sob even more.

"Shut up," he said.

I wanted to disobey him. I screamed at the top of my lungs once more. I screamed for as long as I could until he put his hand on top of my mouth.

"Fuck you, shut up," he said once more.

He started to kiss my body again. All I want in the world right now is to get out of here and go back to my small apartment.

My bra was about to come off when someone knocked on the door.

"Everything alright in there? I heard screaming," a guy said through the door.

It was Niall.

"Niall! Niall, help m-" I said before a hand went over my mouth.

"Caly, is that you? I'm coming in," Niall said before trying to open the door.

It was locked. He tried to come in a few more times, but then I heard him walk away.

"Finally," the man said as the clasp of my bra came off.

The mans hands massaged my breasts and I wanted so desperately for Niall, or anyone for that matter, to come back and get me.

I needed to get up. His body weight on me was too heavy.

Boom.

I heard a loud noise come from the front of the room.

The man turns around to see who it is, but before he could take a good look Louis's hands are already connecting to his face.

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**It took me a whole three days to write this chapter. This was honestly the hardest chapter to write and i'm sorry if it's shit. this is a hard topic because i know it can really hurt a person not just physically, but mentally. it can mess up people's lives and that's just not right. i cant relate to this because it's never happened to me, but it has happened to so many people and i'm sorry if you're reading this and have gone through it.

If you are dealing with anything like this, my dms are open @calypearse and we can always chat about it, or about anything. it doesn't matter what we talk about.

i'm here for all of you. if you ever need anything, i'm always here.

love all of you.

-c