YOU 1 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 19.

We find the room that Addison and I stayed in last week, unfortuanlty one of the beds is occupied by a snoring drunk guy. "At least that bed is empty" Zayn laughs and I giggle. "I am going to walk back to my place, if you want to come? I have a couch you could sleep on" he offers. I need to think clearly for a second, Zayn, like Max, hooks up with a lot of different girls. If I agree to this it could mean I am offering to kiss him.. well I have a feeling with those good looks it is easy for Zayn to get girls to do more than kiss.

"I think I will just stay here in case Addison comes back" His face falls a little but he gives me an understanding smile. He tells me to be careful, giving me a hug goodbye. The door closes as he leaves and I can't help but lock it. Who knows who will come in? I look over at the comatose snoring man, I don't think he is waking up anytime soon. The tiredness I felt downstairs has somehow faded, my mind going back to Max and his comment about how Chase hasn't slept with me yet. It may seem strange to Max, who sleeps with a different girl every weekend, but Chase is a gentleman. We don't need to have sex, we have fun together doing other things like.. well.. we go to the movies and go for walks. This is why I promised not to drink again because my mind doesn't work correctly. I find myself staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles to try to sleep. The moment my eyes close I hear the drunk guy rustling around on the other bed. I ignore it and begin to drift off.

"I haven't seen you.. around here before" a deep voice slurs. I jump up and his head bumps my chin, causing me to bite my tongue, hard. He puts his hand on the bed, inches away from my thighs. His breathing is ragged and smells like vomit and liquor. "What's your name pretty girl? He breaths and I gag. My small arm flies up to push his shoulder, trying to get him away from me. It doesn't work, he just laughs.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to have some fun." He says and licks his lips, leaving a string of saliva down his chin. My stomach turns and the only thing I can think to do is kick him, hard. He grabs his knee and stumbles back, giving me my chance to bolt. My shaky fingers fumble with the lock and finally it opens. The few people in the hallway give me odd stares as I rush past them. "Come on, come back here!" I hear the disgusting voice say and he is following me down the hall. I don't remember the hallway being this long before. The party goers don't seem to be phased by a girl being chased down the hall. He is now only a feet away from me, stumbling over his own feet giving me a few extra seconds. Where will I even go? My feet take me down the hall and to the left to the only place that I know in this damned fraternity house.

"Max!! Max please open the door!" I yell, one hand banging on the door and one trying to twist the locked door knob.

"Max!!" I scream again and the door flies open. I don't know what made me come to her room out of all places but I would rather take Max's verbal assault than the drunk guy trying to have his way with me any day.

"Charl?" Harry asks, seeming confused. She wipes her eyes with her hand. She is wearing only black boxer briefs, Ironically, I am more surprised by how good she looks than by the fact she called me 'Charl' insead of 'Charli' for once.

"Max, please can I come in? This guy.." I say and look behind me. Max pushes past me and looks down the hall. Hee eyes meet the drunk guy and the creep changes from scary to frightened. She looks at me one more time before turning around and walking back down the hall. What the hell was that?

"Do you know him?" My voice is shaky and small.

"Yea, get inside" she says and pulls me by my arm into her room. I can't help but watch the way her muscles move under her inked skin as she walks back to her bed. Her back has no tattoos on it, I find that strange since her chest, arms and stomach are covered. She rubs her eyes again. "Are you okay?" Her voice is raspier than ever from just being woken up.

"Yea.. I am sorry for coming here and waking you up" Why am I apologizing to Max? She should be apologizing to me, but she did just help me escape from the creep.

Max hand runs through her bed messy hair and she sighs. "Don't worry about it. Did he touch you?" She asks. There is no trace of sarcasm or humor in her expression.

"No, he tried though. I was stupid enough to lock myself in a room with a drunk stranger so I suppose it's my fault" the idea of him touching me makes me want to cry, again. Why am I so emotional every time  I am at this house.

"It's not your fault that he did that. You aren't used to this type of.. situation" her voice is kind and totally opposite of her usual voice. I walk across the room towards her bed, silently asking her for permission. Her hand pats the bed and I sit down with my hands in my lap.

"I have no plans on getting used to it. This really is the last time I am coming here, or to any parties for that matter. I don't know why I even tried. And that guy..he was just so.."

"Don't cry, Charl" Max whispers. I hadn't realized I was. She brings her hand up and I fight the urge to flinch away, what is she doing? The pad of her thumb captures the tear before it rolls down my cheek. My lips part in surprise from her gentle touch. Who is this guy and where is the snarky, rude Max? I look up to meet her hazel eyes and her pupils dilate. "I hadn't noticed how hazel your eyes are" she says so low that I lean closer to hear her. Her hand is still on my face, my mind is racing. Max removes her hand from my face and I look at her lips once more.  My conscious and my hormones are battling but my conscious loses at I crash my lips against hers l, catching her totally off guard.