Secrets // a.i.

Thirteen

"Do you want a drink?" Calum asked, leaning into my ear. I shook my head and he nodded, turning to the bartender as he ordered the drinks.

We arrived at the club ten minutes ago, and Liz was right; it was very fancy. Booths lined all around the club, a giant dance floor in the middle as disco balls created light onto the hardwood floors. Light purple shades shinned through the whole club, giving off a calm yet relaxing feeling. The place was packed tonight, loads of people dancing everywhere. Even some girls were already so wasted they were dancing on the bar top. Ashton grabbed my hand, leading me to the back of the club as he followed everyone else. I wasn't sure where we were going because it didn't look like there were booths available anywhere. 

"There's a private back lounge for VIP only" Ashton shouted over his shoulder, it was as if he was reading my thoughts. 

A dark thick curtain was pulled back revealing a large room with two large rounded couches, a glass table in front of each one. I took a seat on the edge of the couch, adjusting my skirt as I sat down. The boys talked amongst themselves before they filed out into the club, each finding a girl as they made it to the dance floor.

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"Where's Ashton?" I asked, looking over at Harry on the other end of the couch. He peeled his eyes away from his date, shrugging at me as he mouthed 'I don't know' before turning back to his girl. They had met earlier this week when we all went out to dinner, Harry immediately taking an interest in her. She seemed sweet, but even with the One Direction boys I was always weary about who they got with; I never wanted anyone to use them.

We had been at the club for a little over two hours now and Ashton disappeared within the last half hour. He had excused himself to the bathroom over half an hour ago, clearly the lines wouldn't be that long. Liz had even gone off to dance floor, leaving me all alone on the couch while Harry and his date sucked each others faces. I sighed as I got up from my place on the couch and I made my way out into the club in search for Ashton. This was going to be impossible, there was way too many people here now. But I was beginning to get worried and quiet frankly I wanted to go back to the hotel.

I made my way over to the dance floor, pushing through the crowd as I searched for familiar faces; I found none. Then I made my way around the club, walking by the booths, searching over the bar, and even walked by the restrooms just for the sake of seeing. Where could he have gone? I was starting to get frustrated now as I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a sigh. I had decided to make my way back to the VIP lounge, hopefully he'd show up soon. Just as I was about to step off the dance floor and head back, a hand slipped around my waist and my heart stopped. Something told me it wasn't the person I was looking for, these hands didn't seem familiar or come with a shock. I turned around quickly to find a man in his late twenties, he wore a buttoned up shirt with a loose tie on his neck, a grin smeared on his face.

"Wanna dance?" He slurred, liquor clear on his breathe. 

"No thank you, I'm here with someone" I smiled, turning away from him but it was useless. He tugged his hand on my waist, holding me in place.

"Where is he now then?" He asksed in a creepy voice, beginning to dance his way closer to me. 

"He's waiting for me, I need to go" I shouted, trying not to panic. A lump rose in my throat as I searched the people around us looking for anyone to help me, but everyone seemed locked into whomever they were dancing with.

"He can wait a little longer" he whispered, bringing his lips to my cheek. I brought my hands to his chest, pushing him away from me. He stumbled back a bit before regaining his balance, his hand quickly grabbing my wrist as I turned to run. His grip on my arm tightened as he pulled me into his chest, angry clear in his eyes. He was drunk, and I had no idea what to do.