Imagines : TOM HIDDLESTON #Wattys2015

Imagine being at the same club as Tom

Imagine being at the same club as Tom

Warning ! : this has sexual themes. Caution adviced.

At last, it was finally Saturday night, you thought to yourself as you began to get yourself dressed for another night out. You weren't really the type that went out clubbing and partying, but your friend wanted you to go, and you didn't want to be stuck at home alone. You'd lied to your parents when they left earlier that day for a night out, saying you'd have a quite film night in. "Come on Y/N, you're not going to pick up any lads like that", she giggled as you came back into your bedroom as she was getting herself ready in your mirror. She wore a very short dress, which you hadn't the courage to say, didn't suit her figure. You'd just pulled on a shirt and a clean pair of jeans, not really wanting to 'glam up'. Within minutes, your hair hung at your shoulders, subtle make up on and a cute mid length blue dress on, which revealed perhaps a little bit too much of your chest than you'd like. "Trust me, the lads will go crazy for that. Suits you anyway, at least you have something to show off", she chuckled, indicating to her flatter chest. "Here, put this on", she said, pulling out the diamond necklace out of your jewellery box. It was something you'd gotten off your parents as a present, and it was beautiful. "Are you sure? Isn't it a bit fancy?", you asked her as she put it around your neck. "Nah. Come on. It makes you look like a princess. Now come on, the taxi is here!", she said, stumbling out of your room in her ridiculously high heels. Grabbing a small pair of black heels, you followed behind and soon arrived at the club. After getting in past security, you tried to keep up with your friend as she rushed to the bar and shoved a shot into your hand. "Bottoms up, you rebellious girl", she chuckled, as you both shorted the drinks together. Immediately, the alcohol was taking it's toll, as drink after drink flew down, making you start to feel giddy. "Oh I love this song!", she screamed down your ear in the noise of the club, and dragged you through the packed dance floor. The music blared loudly, the bass shaking you to your bones, as you were nudged and pushed from every side by the drunken crowd. Then you felt your friends hand being snatched out of yours as the dance floor blazed in a flare of light, blinding you. You screamed your friends name as you spun around looking for here, but you couldn't see her. Drunken men ogled you as they tried to dance with you, their hands grabbing your arse and hands. The pounding in your head, your vision blinded, the tussling of everyone around you made you sick. You had to get out of there, you needed air, and pushed your way through the crowd, finding it difficult the breath. Just when you think you're about to pass out, you fling open the fire door out into the alley. Panting deeply for breath, you threw off your shoes as your feet ached. You closed your eyes and leant back against the wall, the noise of the club pounding from inside just trying to get over the claustrophobic environment; how on earth people could have fun in there you never knew. "Whit Whoo. Aren't you a sex bomb on legs", a drunken voice slurred causing you to jump. You hadn't even seen the young man who was leaning up against a skip in the alley. His shirt had sick and booze down the front of it, his jacket sleeve ripped with blood coming down from his nose that looked broken. "Eww", you muttered just looking at him, he was disgusting. "How's about a kiss?", he slurred, puckering out his lips as he stumbled towards you. "No, get away", you said trying to move back in to the club, but you stumbled as the alcohol affected your balance. The man grabbed you by your arm tightly, pulling you towards him as his other hand grabbed you around your waist, slipping under your dress. "Get off me!", you screamed at him as he pushed you up against the wall, slamming his head onto yours kissing you. You gagged in your mouth at the horrible sickly taste as his hands groped you all over much to your screams. He grabbed you around your neck, breaking off your necklace, pocketing it as his other hand reached under your underwear. You screamed and reached out for whatever you could find nearest to you, a glass bottle, and smashed it over his head. "You whore!", he yelled as he stumbled backwards clutching at his head, and you took the moment to run. You stepped onto the broken glass in your bare feet and screamed, but he grabbed you by your hair, throwing you down to the floor like a rag doll. Now he was on top of you, pressing you into the broken glass as he mounted on top of you. He fumbled with the zipper on his jeans and you realised what he was about to do, and screamed as loud as you could, fighting back against him with all your might, until he punched you in the face, and you blacked out.

End of part 1