I'm not a fan (Harry Styles Fanfic) *COMPLETED*

Chapter40-Who are you!

Because this is Chapter40.

This chapter will be fulfilled with, Drama, Fighting, Kissing, Love, Romance.

So here is is.

Oh and I like Nutella do you like Nutella?

Okay here is chapter40- ;)

Oh my gosh, clubbing, hey there did you think this was chapter forty? Well it's not!

Jokes, this is actually Chapter40 -v

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JULIAS P.O.V:

"Babe, I'm going to go to the bathroom" I said, as I drunk my eighth shot.

"Okay, do you even knowww where the bathroooom is?" Harry slurred.

"I'll find it" I winked, and with that I walked off, and took a look around the club.

"There's the bathroom!" I said to myself, as I began to walk towards the ladies room.

I was so drunk, I could hardly walk.

When I was about to open the door to the bathroom, I was tugged to the right.

"Your beautiful" the guy that tugged me whispered.

"Thanks" I blushed.

I couldn't tell who the guy was because I was so tipsy, and everything was just a giant blur, but I knew for sure that the guy wasn't Mark or Eric.

He leaned in closer and closer, as he pushed me up against the wall.

"I have a boyfrieeend" I muttered.

"He won't find out" the guy whispered.

"Who are you!" I frowned.

"It's me, Pete!" Pete said.

His soft lips, were forced upon mine, as he begged for me to kiss back.

I tried to get out of his grip, but he was too strong.

"Get off" I murmured against his lips.

He pushed me harder against the wall, as he began to cup my bum with his hands.

"Kiss Me Back" he pleaded.

"N-" I began, but before I could finish what I was saying, he began kissing me again.

For some strange reason, I kissed back, I didn't know what to do, he was forcing himself onto me and I had no other choice.

He smiled into the unwanted kiss as he began to squeeze my bum, tighter.

I put my hands on his chest, and tried my best to push him off, but he wouldn't budge.

"Get off me!" I screamed.

"Hun, I'm not going to hurt you, why are you so feisty?" Pete winked.

"B-Because I have a boyfriend" I stuttered.

"HARRY HELP ME, WHERE ARE Y-" I screamed, but was cut off, again, as Pete began to kiss me, harder.

His kisses didn't hurt me at all... To be honest, they were so passionate and full of lust, but the only thing hurting me, was the guilt travelling through my body.

Suddenly, I felt the weight of Pete being lifted off of me.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, DON'T TOUCH MY GIRL" Harry yelled, as he punched Pete in the stomach.

"Is that you Harry?" Pete whispered.

"YEAH? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Harry asked, angrily.

"Oh no.. I've got to get out of here" Pete mumbled, as he began to run down the stairs, tripping over, every few steps.