Feelings

Chapter 8 : Not a Nightmare

Meredith's POV

"Where's the restroom?" I ask Annie. She nods down a hallway.

"It's the last door on the right."

"Thanks." I smile, walking off. When I reach the bathroom, the door is locked, so I stand outside to wait. I have no idea where Harry went and I'm disappointed that he just walked off. Im still shocked that he brought me daises earlier. I'm still waiting, when a hand in pressed against my mouth, and someone grabs me from behind. I jump, and try to scream but I can't. My heart pounds as I squirm. What if it's Dave? What if it's Harry?

"Stop moving." The man growls. It's not Harry. "Walk forwards, up those stairs." He spits.

I don't move. The man presses his hand harder against my mouth, yanking my head back against his chest. I whimper in pain. The man takes a fistful of my hair in his other hand, and then pushes me forwards, towards the stairs. I obey this time, and he stays behind me. When we get upstairs he shoves me roughly into the first room, and let's go of my hair to lock the door. Before I can even think, he spins me around and presses me against the wall, his hand still over my mouth. I struggle against him, until he reaches into his pants, and then there's a gun pressed to my temple. I scream into his hand, and start to cry. I have no idea who this man is but he is threatening my life.

"I'm going to move my hand, and then you're going to take your dress off." He orders. If you make one noise I'll shoot you in the head."

Shit. Holy fuck he's going to rape me.

"Did you hear me?" He spits.

I nod quickly, still crying. He slowly moves his hand and my instinct is to scream for Harry or Luke. Instead I stand and cry.

"Take your dress off." He snaps.

Trembling, I reach behind me to find the zipper. My hands are shaking and I can't find it.

Clearly pissed, the man takes my hair in his fist again, and turns me around, shoving me against the wall. He unzips the dress, then let's go. I slide the shoulders off, and then let it fall to the ground.

"Turn around." He says.

I turn to face him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Move your arms." He growls.

I pull my arms from my chest, revealing my bra. The next thing I know, his body is pressed against mine.

"Here's the rules." He whispers. "If you say the name Harry once, I shoot you. If you pull away, I shoot you. If you scream, I shoot you. If you disobey, I shoot you. Got it?"

I nod, more tears falling. I'm terrified, and I have no idea what he's about to do. Why did he mention Harry? I can't finish my thoughts because he presses his mouth against mine. His right hand holds a gun to my head, and his left reaches under my bra. I can't stop crying or shaking.

"Kiss me." He orders. Not risking his gun, I obey. He stops suddenly.

"You're going to give me what I want. Get on your knees."

My heart pounds in my throat as I kneel in front of him, I know what's coming, and the tears fall freely.

Harrys POV

I'm going to scream. I'm going to kill every person at the god damned fucking party. There are two guns pointed at my head, and a laptop in front of me. I can do nothing but watch. I watch him fist her hair and shove her against the wall. I watch the dress fall from her body. I watch him kiss her. I feel like vomiting when he makes her kneel in front of him. I can see her tears, and her body trembling. This is all my fault. I'm shaking in rage and disgust. I close my eyes because I can't watch this.