I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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Bree;

I had woken up around 8 and I was alone, where was Ashton? I texted him but he hasn't replied so I shrugged it off and took a shower.

After my shower, I suddenly had the urge to go downstairs to the bar. I got ready, and made sure to grab my bag that contained: my wallet, phone, headphones and gum.

I took the elevator down to the lobby and walked straight for the bar, the guy at the entrance stopped me and I pulled out my ID, he let me in and I went to sit at one of the barstools.

"Smirnoff ice and a shot of sour puss please." The bartender smiles, nodding his head, "Oh! Make a tab for me, thanks."

I take my shot and then start sipping on my drink, I look around and there were a few girls here but the bar was mostly filled with guys.

*1 Hour Later*

By now, I've had a mixture of shots that consisted of sour puss, Captain Morgan's, some sort of vodka, then plenty of drinks that were Smirnoff Ice, Palm Bay Key Lime Cherry, a vodka and sprite and I drunkenly took some randoms half a beer.

Yeah, I'm drunk. The music was louder than bar music should be but I had gained liquid courage to go and dance. I had my drink in my hand while I danced, I swayed my hips to the song Despacito and I suddenly felt hands land on my waist.

I didn't think much of it, so I just went along. We danced in sync, laughing, smiling and he spun me around, bringing my back to his chest again; his hands roamed my body and I was feeling uncomfortable.

"Shots?" I turn around, with an uneasy smile and he smirks but grabs my hand and leads me to the bar.

"Can we get four shots of tequila?" His voice was raspy and deep, damn.

I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away and knew I was doomed for because tequila.

"Thanks man." He hands me two shots and I place one down on the bar table, we clink our shot glasses together, "Cheers to... A new friendship"

"Cheers." He takes one shot after the other, meanwhile I'm here trying my best not to throw up.

I finally grow the balls to just shoot them both back, my throat burns from them, but I soothe it by chasing it down with my Smirnoff.

"Woohoo!" He cheers and suddenly, he's waving someone over. I look behind me and he's not only calling one over, but five people over. 3 guys and 2 girls, who by the way, look way too plastered and maybe on some sort of drug.

"Okay, this is Jack, Lucas, Matthew, Sierra and Samantha. Guys, this is- what's your name?" Random asks, and I laugh, remembering we didn't even get each others name.

"Bree." I slur, still giggling.

"Bree, this is Bree. Oh yeah! I'm Jake." He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles, I blush. What the fuck Bree, pull it together.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful." Jack says, throwing his arm over my shoulders and I just smile, taking a drink of my Smirnoff Ice.

"You too." I say, looking around. My eyes land on three familiar faces and suddenly I'm hiding behind Jack.

"Whoa, Bree, I guess we're getting closer." Jack bites his lip and pulls me off of the stool only to sit down and pull me onto his lap.

"I-I'm sorry, I need to... Pee. Be right back." I quickly say, getting off his lap only to be stopped by the girls.

"Oh, it's time to touch up our makeup. We'll come with." I nod, grabbing both their hands and basically dragging their drug-drunk asses to the washroom.