Leaving Dreamland [Book One]

21~ Last Night

(A/N Here you are, my fellow readers! The chapter you've all been waiting for! Before you read, however, I would like to introduce something new that I will be doing for various chapters in the rest of the book. I am going to add a song to the side that I will tell you to play at a certain part in the story. Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I recommend that you do, as I think it just adds to the mood and, in my opinion, makes a book even better. I will tell you at the beginning of the chapter if it is a 'song chapter', so when you get to the words "PLAY SONG" in the chapter, I would reccomend that you do so. Anyways, you're probably anxious to read this chapter, so happy reading! Don't forget to vote, comment, and fan! Lots of love, SpoonsAndCarrots xx)

I became paralyzed, just as Louis had. How in hell did... How did I not even remember... Why is this... Oh god, did we go even further than that?! A million different questions raced through my head, each making me feel more nautious by the second.

The magazine I saw in front of me was completely horrifying. It was a picture of Louis pressing me up against the wall of the club from last night. My left leg was wrapped around him, and his right hand appeared to be grasping my upper thigh from underneath my dress. His other hand was tangled in my dark brown hair as we were locked in what appeared to be a snogging session. My arms were wrapped around his neck, tightly holding on to him. I was also concerned about the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. What topped it all off were the bold, yellow words that read 'LOUIS HAS A LITTLE TOO MUCH FUN WITH 'JUST A FRIEND'' on the cover.

I just kept staring at the magazine in complete fear and shock. It wasn't just a couple magazines either. It was a whole huge display of the magazines that stood out from everything else. My vision began to blur as the pounding in my head returned to me.

Louis mirrored my expression. "What the fuck happened last night?"

I turned to him with wide eyes. "Y-you mean you d-don't remember?" I asked, my voice wavering. He turned to look at me, his eyes suddenly pleading for forgiveness.

"I'm so sorry," he gushed. "I got extremely drunk last night. I really have no idea what happened, and you probably hate me for-"

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that," I said quietly. He stopped, staring at me in bewilderment. "I meant, I have no idea what happened either, and I'm scared to know what did. I thought you would know, but..." My voice cracked on the last word, and it became very hard to choke out the next sentence. "It just freaks me out that I don't know if I'm still a vir-"

Liam cut me off before I could continue. "Whoa, no one said anything about that," he said quickly, sensing how uneasy I was. I just gulped, trying to hold back the tears that were screwing with my vision. Despite the fact that I had taken a shower just hours before, I felt so dirty and grimey. This type of thing wasn't like me, if it had actually happened, that is. Either way, I still had proof that I had been snogging Louis and he had been feeling up my ass last night.

I shuddered, and before I could even register what had happened, I was on the ground, curled up in a ball. I interlocked my fingers tightly around my knees, hugging them close to my chest. All of the boys squated down, gazing at me with worried eyes and calling my name, but they seemed to fade into the distance as another image began to fill my mind.

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Yet again, I couldn't move, speak, or see anything.

"Where?" a heartbreakingly familiar voice rang out. A chill ran down my spine at the word, and I went to cry out, but no sound would escape my lips. I fought desperately to speak so he would know that I could hear him, but it wasn't any use.