Prisoner In My Own Body

11.) Drunk or Not

I push his hand away, and his look hardens.

I fake smile before grabbing one of the shots. I gulp it down rapidly, the liquid leaving a burning trail in my throat. I want to throw up, but hold it in because of Zayn’s glare on my movements. I put the shot back down with a grimace. It’s my first shot, and I’m feeling woozy already. Just great.

“Two more to go, and you’re free to go dancing with Liam over there.” Zayn pointed to a head amongst the people. I shook my head to gain focus and drank another shot, the taste lingering too lengthily in my mouth. “That’s the spirit.” Zayn put his hands around my waist, and brought me in between his legs. He nipped at a particular spot in my neck and I decided to fake a high state of drunkenness. I did feel a little lightheaded and I couldn’t help grinding myself against him slightly in light arousal. “Are you that drunk already?” The Bradford Bad boy chuckled. His hands went in the insides of my thighs.

“Yuuup. ‘M not uused to this. M’only sixteen.” I let out, grabbing the last shot. “Cheers,” I say holding it up to him, before downing it. I fake losing balance, and to my great surprise, Zayn catches me before I touch the floor. He laughs and encircles his arms around my waist, steadying me.

“Careful there babe, I have to keep you in one piece.” He chuckles again, before kissing me on the lips fully. Slightly drunk, I return the kiss, and dig my fingers into his hair. He grabs my ass hard, and I break the kiss.

“I wanna go dance!” I whine, putting on my best pouty face.

“Then go join Liam over there,” Zayn answers, pointing to his best friend. I start walking in Liam’s direction, but Zayn grabs my arm and stops me in my tracks. “If you don’t go to him and try to lose yourself in the crowd, I swear I’ll make you know what pain is.” He guaranteed, looking at me straight in the eyes. I nod yes, and continue my way towards Liam. 

I feel his eyes burning holes in my back as I move through the bodies, content when my arms finally hook around the neck of the brown-eyed boy I was searching for. 

“Heeyy.” I release. His hands grab my waist and he helps me sway to the music automatically.

“Hmm. Are you that drunk already?” He whispers in my ear. I nod yes vigorously, and turn my body around to grind my ass on Liam’s crotch as the song I Just Had Sex of Akon played on the speakers. He groaned, pushing me on himself even harder, making me feel his erection poking in my backside. “You’re lying.”

I closed my eyes in embarrassment and shook my head no. Shit, he had read me like a book.

“You’re being such a tease right now Soph. And you know it.” He nibbled on my earlobe. “But if you’re really that drunk, I can do this.”

Liam took me by surprise as he spun me around swiftly, and kissed me. His hands start fumbling with his trousers, and he pulls himself out, raising my dress up at the same time. I broke the kiss, feeling him rubbing inside my inner thigh.

“You ca-can’t do that! N-not in public!” I yell out to him. To my shock, it seems like he’s the only one that’s heard me.

“Weird, you don’t seem so drunk anymore Soph. Maybe just a little tipsy.” He smirked.

“You won’t.” I challenge, as I feel him pressing his body harder against mine.

“Watch me.” He responds, before lifting me onto him. 

I whimper loudly, and clutch him hard, digging my face into his torso. Liam was singing the lyrics to the song in my ear as he stretched me painfully.

“I just had sex! And it felt so good! A woman let me put my penis inside her!”

“I didn’t! You just put yourself inside me!” I cut him.

“You were begging for it.”

“No I wasn’t!”

“Then why, did you rub that little ass of yours on me, willingly?” Liam words cut like knives. Why did I do that indeed? I shut up and looked elsewhere in shame. 

Slowly, I was lusting for some kind of friction. I think Liam was craving it too since his is face torn into pained features. He tired pumping himself in and out of me standing up, but the results weren’t satisfying.

“Come on. Follow me; we’ll finish that somewhere else.” Liam got fully out,but then he groaned and closed his eyes doing so.

It was all the time it took me. I leaped out of his grasp, and ran through the dancing people, praying that he’ll lose track of me.

“Sophie!” The loud music dimmed Liam’s yell to a quiet one. I could see his messy hair and tall frame amongst the dancers, but I didn’t stop. 

I pass near the bar and spot the other four lads very drunk, flirting with everyone that approached them. They see me alone, and their mouths fall to the ground, eyes angry. Fortunately, their drunken-state slowed their reaction and I had already run to the exit by the time they got off their stools.

I hail a taxi as soon as I'm out, wanting this nightmare to be over already. I get in the cab, and lay in the backseat exhausted.

“Where to miss?” The cab driver asks me in the mirror. I almost told him my address, but then it had been my mom that had sold me to One Direction so I gave him Kristen’s address, hoping she’ll forgive me for making her and Amber wait in a car for probably hours after the meeting séance.

“4505 Shamrock Avenue.” I tell him. Niall’s name skips in my mind at the same time, but I don’t acknowledge it, and focus on steadying my breathing instead.