I was almost certain that my eardrums would burst open if the music was turned up any louder than what it was at that moment. I stood in the corner of the room and watched all the people dancing, talking, and consuming so much alcohol. During the course of the night, I had five guys come up to me offering drinks. With knowledge of how guys are at parties, I would simple decline the offer.
After one song finished and another song came up, a very drunken Niall came up to me trying to dance. “Great party, aye?”
I laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”
He slurred on his words, “Why aren’t you having a good time?”
“I am.” I said. “Why are you asking?”
“You haven’t touched a beer or anything!” He laughed.
“I don’t drink.”
“Ah, shit!” He exclaimed. “Everyone has to try alcohol at least once in a lifetime!”
I rolled my eyes, “You’re drunk right now, Niall.”
“I’ll be sober tomorrow. I’ll still say the same fucking thing.” Niall blurted out.
“Fine. Whatever.” I said.
“So, you’ll drink?” He asked as he raised a cup in my face.
I pushed the cup down, “Will it make you shut your mouth?”
“Tell you what,” he said. “if you drink a whole beer in front of me, I will never bother you about it again.”
I looked at him. I was completely shocked that he was even asking me to drink. Since I arrived to England, I made it quite clear that I was not a drinker. However, Niall was being persistent. All this was would be total peer pressure. I didn’t even have time to think before he would put the unopened can he grabbed from the table next to us in my face. The entire time that I tried to think about if I should or shouldn’t, he kept saying that I knew I wanted to drink. Eventually, I caved.
“Fine.” I bluntly said grabbing the beer. I looked at it for a moment and then snapped the tab open.
“I’m waiting.” he slurred out, taking another sip from his cup.
I really wasn’t comfortable with drinking. My father drank himself to have the affair for the excuse of my mother’s illness. I watched my so called “friends” get pregnant by being drunk along with some guy that simply wanted sex. The entire thought of consuming anything with alcohol made my stomach burn. However, a promise was a promise. I put the can to my lips, and I took a drink.
Niall wouldn’t have me just taking a sip. No, he wanted me to not just drink, but to chug the whole can. Right at that, I knew it was a bad idea. Once I had finished the can, he handed me another one. Completely enraged, I threw it back at him.
“You said just one can!” I yelled.
He smirked, “It isn’t affecting you, is it?”
“No, but-”
“Then what harm can it do? I’m sure nothing will happen to you!”
I felt myself giving into the peer pressure again. I sighed, and I took the can. He smiled at me. Hesitantly, I drank it. Time and time again, he got me to cave into the peer pressure, and I hated myself for caving. I didn’t blame him, because I knew the difference between saying no and caving in. Yet, I chose to cave.
Once I got started on drinking, I found it hard to put myself to a complete stop. Whenever I thought I was done, I would find myself drinking another. Somewhere along the way, I could find myself getting more and more tipsy. Pretty soon, I wasn’t able to even feel myself control my actions. Everything was becoming blurry.
I felt a pair of hands on my hips. I couldn’t depict the voice, but I knew it was a total stranger. He was pushing himself onto my body. Every time I tried to break free, his hands could grab onto something tighter. His lips would move all over me. I didn’t feel in the least bit safe. I tried to move again.
“Hold your slutty ass still.” He growled and pushed me into a separate room.
“Let me go!” I tried to shout as loud as possible. It was to no avail. The harder I tried to reject, the rougher he got with me.
“You’re going to give me what I want.” He stated.
“No!” I objected.
A sharp sting met my face and stomach. I looked down at the ground and winced in pain. He threw me down hard onto the ground, and he placed himself onto of me. I was screaming and crying for help, but each time I did, he would punch me.
“Shut the fuck up, you bitch!” He screamed.
I finally gave up after what felt like years of screaming. I shut my eyes and expected the worse. I heard his zipper come undone, and my clothes rip some. His body was pushed up against mine. Right when he was getting ready to rip the pants from my body, I felt his weight come off of me.
“You dick!” A familiar voice said. I was too afraid to look up to verify who it was though.
I heard the sound of a fist colliding with a jaw. My attacker fell to the ground, the door opened, and another voice broke through.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to her?” The female voice said.
I heard the guy cussing out the attacker, “You bastard. I out to fucking kill you.”
The female voice was shouting, “Harry, stop! He’s had enough!”
“No, he fucking hasn’t!” Harry swore. “He tried to rape her, and he will fucking die.”
I was trying to prop myself up. Perrie came rushing in and picked me up. Zayn followed behind her. “Guys, guys! I need help!”
Louis, Liam, and Niall came running in. They were all trying to pry Harry off of the bloody, bruised, and beaten boy. I was too shaken up to even recognize who he was. I saw the top of his head. The haircut seemed familiar, but I wasn’t exactly sure.
“You fucking cunt!” Harry said, “If I see your face again, I will murder you!”
The boy got up and ran out before I could even see who he was. I looked over, and I saw Cierra in the door way with a look of pure horror. She had seen who the boy was, and I knew she wouldn’t tell me who.