Nightmare

Chapter 8

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I pushed Harry away when he spun me around and kissed me.

I need more alcohol in my system for this shit.

"And where do you think you're going?" He asked roughly in my ear.

"To get a drink." I shouted in his.

"Get me one then, angel."

I rolled my eyes at his name for me but muttered a 'fine' before trying to find wherever the drinks were kept.

I noticed a table filled with alcoholic drinks across the room so I pushed my way through the crowds.

Once I reached the table I pondered on what to drink.

"Imagine seeing you here." Someone whispered in my ear.

I whipped around to be faced with the very tall, blonde haired boy. Luke.

"I didn't think I'd see you here." I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Fourteen year old you wouldn't."

"Yeah, well that boys long gone," he scoffed. "But... Seventeen year old you wouldn't be here."

"I'm seventeen the now?" I said.

"Exactly." He laughed. I nodded laughing along.

"And wearing that jacket too? You must be brave." Luke fiddled with the end of my jacket.

"That I am." I giggled.

"Want to dance? You know, in a friendly way?" He chucked.

I was about to answer before Harry's annoying voice cut in, "No she will not. Fuck off, Luke."

I seen Luke roll his eyes before facing Harry who was stood next to him glaring at him.

"It was going to be friendly. We're friends, Harry, chill." I smirked. Harry moved next to me and put his arm around my waist.

"No, he's one of my boys. Not one of your friends." He stated. I sighed and tried to move away from him but his grip on my hip only tightened.

"So are you two together?" Luke asked.

"No." I said but at the same time Harry said,

"Yes."

"Well that's a bit awkward." Luke shifted on his feet trying not to laugh.

"Go away, Luke." Harry demanded.

"Yeah. Sorry. Uhh bye, Yasmine." He smiled slightly to me.

"Bye, Luke. See you soon?" I offered a smile.

"Yeah sure." He smiled then he headed into the crowd of dancers.

Harry tugged on my arm roughly and and pulled me outside.

"Ouch." I muttered rubbing my arm once he let go of it.

"I asked you to go get me a drink and you are away talking to other boys?" Harry said slowly as if he was trying to scare me.

"Luke's an old friend of mine." I told Harry.

"You sure? I seen the way you two were looking at each other. Just friends?"

"Yes, Harry! We were best friends when we were like fourteen. Then he moved away. Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Because you are here with me tonight. You're mine tonight."

"Oh fuck off Harry. I'm not yours. I agreed to come to have fun, you twat." I argued.

"Okay you little bitch," Harry spat. "I don't think you understand how this works. Your mine. Okay? Mine. I don't care if you 'came here to have fun'. You came here with me. So I expect you to stay with me, and only talk to me. Get inside and dance with me before I take you home and fuck you on my sofa." He demanded.