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Chapter 40

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Leah's POV 2nd August 2am

We were at a buzzing celebrity club which Harry brought us to, while Niall and Hayley were back in the home of the leprechaun's. They're freaking asdljnaasf,ljndslaegsf adorable together! I chatted a little earlier with Olly Murs, and he really is as playful and cheeky as he is portrayed to be. He's really nice as well. 

Zayn, from what I saw, is very very very drunk, and was dancing with a couple of chicks (remember Miranda, Zayn?!?!). Harry was here beside a couple of seconds ago, I think he went to tell Liam something. Liam and Dani have volunteered to be the sober ones, and I haven't seen El or Louis since Eleanor came running to me after some pervert groped her butt or something. 

"Hey hottstuff," A drunk guy slurred and slung his hand around my waist. 

"Go away," I shrugged his arm off and ordered another cocktail. I was starting to get a little tipsy, even though I only had 2 drinks so far. I was quite a toughty usually, but I'm getting just as easily drunk as Hayley... And that's why she doesn't really drink anymore. 

"Aw she wants me goin'! But I ain't movin' anywhere American girl, you gettme?" He told me enveloping me in a waft of beer breath. Ew. 

"No.  I don't in fact, now get off!" I hissed, leaving my drink at the bar to go to the toilet. 

I washed away the smudged eyeliner, and reapplied some mascara. I pulled my down my micro-minidress that Haz chose for me. Note to all girls and myself: don't let guys choose clothes for you. Danielle and Eleanor also let Liam and Louis choose, and obviously Dani was the most modestly dressed- it came down to her knees, but she had a very plunging neckline, and the dress hugged everything. Eleanor was in the same situation as me. No explanation needed. 

I arrived back to see the freak still there, a smirk playing on his lips. Darn he really meant it when he wasn't moving. 

"So tell me a little about yourself American hottie."

"Hello freakshow. I am called Pam Jenkins and I am from Texas. I am also 49 years old and I'm taken. Back off," I told him trying to keep a poker face. I swiveled to around so I could avoid his gaze. 

"You don't look like you're 49," He told me, "And you certainly don't feeel like a 49 year old," his hand grazed my thighs. If Hayley were here, she would've given him a piece of her mind! She's very agressive about these things. 

I was really tipsy now, I had a blooming headache, and I was super tired. The freakshow's hands won't fucking leave my legs, and I was going Haybear-Style. This was the only way to get him to bugger off!

I raised my hand to slap him, but my arm couldn't move. It was completely limp. 

"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN MY DRINK!" I tried to shout, but still nothing would move. Soon enough, my whole body was limp and I fell thump onto the floor. 

"There there kitty, you're all mine now," The guy menacingly smirked and lifted me up. I tried to fight my drooping eyelids, and watched everything turn from purple, to white, to black.