"At this moment,
I'm just waiting.
Waiting for someone to wake me up
and tell me that it was all a dream."
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I'm just standing there and staring at him.
I can't move.
It feels like my whole body has gone numb.
So, I'm just standing there and staring at the psychopath who's smirk just won't seem to go away.
For the first time, I look properly at his eyes; an intense shade of pale moss, the magnetic pull of them causing the words to lodge in my throat.
It's like my drunk state has been washed away all of the sudden.
I have to forcefully pull my eyes away from him and look towards the ground in order to form some words.
After putting much effort and getting my last two brain cells to work, I finally form some words in order to get myself away from him, "I'm g-gonna go f-find Zayn.."
Why am i even explaining myself to him?
"Sure," he says with an amused look on his face.
I instantly push myself away from the wall and start to walk away.
Just as my back is to him and I take one step forward, I feel his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back to him. My breath hitches at his action.
I can feel his breath on my neck as he brings his face close to my ear and whispers, "But make sure you don't tell him our little secret, love."
I can only bring myself to nod weakly to his words. I feel sick to my stomach. I may faint right here if he doesn't let me go anytime soon.
His grip on my wrist tightens as he speaks, "Words, Eliza. Make sure to use them. After all we don't want our little secret to break and for you to face the consequences. Now do we, love?"
"I-I won't tell anyone. Just l-let me go." I just want to get away from him. I'd do anything to get away from him at this moment. Hell, I'd even offer my soul to the devil if I have to.
He chuckles lightly as he lets go of my wrist and whispers, "Run."
In my dizziness, I don't even care which way I'm walking, I'm just moving as fast as my legs would let me. I end up going the opposite way. I enter the restroom and rush to one of the stalls to throw up all the alcohol I had consumed earlier tonight.
After a few minutes of trying to get myself back together, I search for my phone and text Niall to come and get me. With the amount of alcohol everyone has been drinking tonight except Harry, I think he is going to be the one driving. To have him drive me to my house is the last thing I want right now.
Niall replies within a minute that he'll be here soon and that I should head out to the front after telling Zayn.
I make my way through the drunk crowd once again in order to find Zayn and his group of friends. I spot Michael's blue hair near the couches where he is standing as Zayn and others are sitting.
I let out a breath of relief and start to make my way towards them. As I reach closer, all of the sudden it feels like I'm slowly suffocating as my gaze meets Harry's.
I hate the way he is looking at me as he releases his bottom lip from his teeth and smiles.
The group hasn't noticed me approaching yet. Harry decides to bring all the attention towards me as he speaks loudly, "Oh there she is!"
All of them are looking at me as I come and stand beside Michael. He turns towards me and is about to say something but Harry beats him to it with a fake concern in his voice, "Where have you been, Elizabeth? Zayn was worried about you."
I just glare at him and turn to look at Zayn who is sitting beside him. By the looks of it, Zayn is nearly passed out and has his head on Alan's shoulder. I don't even know how to look at him in the eye after what just happened between Harry and I. The guilt that I'm feeling at the moment is unbearable.
It was partially my fault. I should've never let him drag me away from there when I knew what he's capable of. I don't even know what to think about it all right now. I have to get away from this place as fast as possible in order to think straight.
"I don't feel okay. I texted Niall to come and get me. He is here, so I guess I'll get going," I say quickly, leaving no room for further conversation.
"Ahan.. Okayy then. Make sure youu text mee when you get homee," he slurs.
After giving him a kiss on cheek and saying goodbye to the group, I turn slightly to look at Harry who doesn't seem as happy as he was a few moments ago.
I decide to ignore the glare that he is giving me and head towards the exit.
Just as I exit the club, the cold air hits me. It feels like I'm able to breath again. After a few minutes, I see Niall's car pulling up at the side of the road. I start walking towards it.
Right then I feel someone bump into me, I can't see the face of the person as it is too dark. But then I can tell exactly who it is when I hear their voice,
"Too bad you're leaving so soon. I was just starting to have some fun with you, Eliza.."
And just like that, he is gone again..
I rush to Niall's car and I'm ready to be bombarded with questions as soon as I sit.
I have my eyes shut as I put my fingers on my temples and he starts talking, his voice filled with concern.
"Hey, are you okay? You don't look okay.. Where is Zayn? Why did he let you drink that much? Why did he even let you drink in the first place? I swear Loui-" he stops his rant abruptly.
I open my eyes as I turn to look at Niall who is staring back at me, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"What was the last part that you just said?"
He turns to look back at the road as he starts driving, "Umm what? Just that Zayn shouldn't have let you drink this much.."
"No, after that. I'm pretty sure you said something about Louis," I say as I squint my eyes.
"No I didn't. You're just drunk."
Not after what just happened in the past hour.
"You know what, I'm too tired and fucked up right now to figure out what you have been horribly trying to hide related to Louis," I huff and close my eyes again.
"Okay.. Just to be clear, I'm not trying to hide anything."
"Sure, Niall," I hum sarcastically.
"Ohh, I'm gonna throw up again.."
"Not in my damn car! We are almost there, hold it!"
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A/N:
Two mental breakdowns later, I'm here with a short update as wattpad decided to erase all of the chapter instead of saving it, TWICE.
All the love,
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