Parties have never been my thing. The noise and the strangers in my face made it hard to enjoy it and dance with my friends. I used to like them, but in the last year, the thought of them made my stomach knot.
I have no idea how I ended up at a party tonight, but my friends knew to annoy me until I gave in. One of our friends was celebrating her birthday and she knew how to throw a great party.
Chris was recording tonight, but he text me and let me know he'd be dropping by later with Nick and Matt. The thought of Chris being here was the only thing keeping me going right now.
I wasn't the type of person that fit in with crowds, the girls wearing short skirts with small tops, I was clearly an outsider in my black jeans and striped shirt. We got shots and some champagne. I drank down a vodka soda and an hour later I was numb enough to say yes when they dragged me to the dance floor.
At one point, I headed to the bathroom, feeling the need to escape the loud music for a while. As I stood in the line, I checked my phone to see that Chris texted me.
Chris: omw how's the party?
I smiled down at the screen.
Me: could be worse. Can't wait to see you!
Walking past a bunch of drunk guys I feel someone grabbing onto my butt and I immediately spin around, finding myself face to face one of the drunk jerks, grinning down at me proudly, as if he just won an award.
His hands move to my hips, trying to pull me against him, but I slapped my hands against his chest, keeping him away from me.
"Fuck off!" I yell, but it just makes him laugh.
"Feisty!" He slurred and his breath stunk of beer. I tried to take a step back, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.
"Let me go!"
What shocks me that no one around us seem to notice what is happening, they are too busy grinding on their dance partners to see that someone might need help around them.
I'm ready to punch him in the face with my free hand when his grip suddenly disappears and horror appears on his distorted face.
"Are you fucking dumb, dude?"
Chris was standing right behind me, with his arm over my shoulder and his other hand on the guy's wrist.
"Sorry, dude. I didn't know..."
"Didn't know what? That she had a boyfriend? And, you think you can harass a single girl? You're disgusting" Chris' voice was low and demanding. The guy nodded his head and turned to rush away.
Chris brings both his arms around me and I hug his waist tightly as we make our way to the area that leads to the restrooms, but it's a bit separated so you can actually talk there.This is exactly why I hate parties, some people just think they can do whatever they want when they are drunk.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asks worriedly, scanning through my face looking for anything that jerk could have done.
"I'm fine. I just want to go home"
Chris nodded and pulled me in for a hug, it was all I needed right now.
"Let's find your friends and tell them we're leaving"
"Thank you for coming to my rescue," I mumble with my eyes closed, just enjoying his presence. His scent is filling my nose and I'm listening to his steady breathing.
"Anything for you. I love you," he kisses the top of my head.
