Beach Nights- Louis Tomlinson

Party Problems

Tay POV

Morgan and I walk in though Connor’s front door not bothering to knock, it’s a party nobody would even hear it.

I take in the scene in front of me, it’s close to9:30and it looks like most people have already arrived and began on the road to drunken bliss.

There is already coke and beer cans lying crushed on the floor, I can see new looking stains on the couch and carpet, Connor’s house is going to be completely trashed.

I hope he has fun cleaning all of that; it’s his own fault for deciding to have a party.

I look over at Morgan who is standing to my left, or at least she was last time I checked; now she seems to have disappeared.

I scan the room discreetly not wanting to look like I’m worriedly looking for someone even though I am. It doesn’t take long to locate Morgan she’s sitting on a couch with the dirt-bag of the week.

I sigh, and turn away searching for someone else I knew, who I could talk to instead of looking like a lost puppy while Morgan practically eats off her ‘boyfriends’ face.

My eyes find a guy named Andy or something like that across the room, I’m not really that close with him but I talk to him once and a while. So I make my way over to him after not seeing anyone else suitable to socialize with.

Once I get closer to him I can see that he doesn’t look very stable on his feet and is slightly swaying. At an even closer look I notice his eyes seem glazed over and distant. All this together leads me to believe he’s very drunk or high.

I start to regret my decision to come talk with him, of course he could be one of those happy drunks, but I wouldn’t know.

I’m seriously contemplating turning around and finding someone else to talk to when he notices me.

“Taylor, baby look at you!” he slurs his eye’s roaming my body and I suddenly wished I was dressed like an Eskimo at least them I wouldn’t feel like he could see every curve of my body.

I feel so exposed I try to cover by stomach with my arms but then his gaze travels to my chest, I’m totally regretting coming over to talk to him.

“Err, hi Andy.” I say awkwardly wanting to walk away.

“C’mon over here, I won’t bite, well unless you want me to…” he trails off, his eyes filled with lust.

“Actually I think I should just leave I have somebody I need to go talk to.” I tell him starting to back away.

He doesn’t seem to think it’s as good an idea as I do; he grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards him, and once I’m there his arms roughly encircle my partially exposed waist.

He pulls me against him, hands moving from my waist to under my shirt roaming my bare stomach.

Andrew’s touch gives me chills, but not the good kind; I writhe around in his grip which is a mistake because it just makes him hold onto me tighter.

 I protest yelling at him to let me go, but it’s no use he ignores my voice and lets his hands feel every inch of my bare skin and even the skin that isn’t bare.

Eventually he starts moving his lips towards mine, and I have no other thoughts than to get out of his grip, I’ve kissed guys before but I don’t ever want to kiss someone like this, would this count as rape?

I know I can’t use my arms to push him off because he’s holding on so tightly to me, my only chance is to distract him into loosening his grip on me, but how am I going to do that?