His eyes were dark and mean. Like he didn’t give a shit about me not wanting to be in that small bathroom with him. I didn’t know him. I didn’t want to know him for that matter. I wanted nothing to do with him. I was scared of him.

His left hand was holding both of my hands against the cold tile wall behind me while his other hand was brushing some fallen pieces of hair on the side of my face. I hated him. God, I hated him.

“C’mon darling… Don’t try to fight back. It will only hurt you if you continue like that.” He smiled and talked with a low voice. His breath smelled like alcohol and cigarettes.

I tried to turn my head and get away from his fingers touching my hair, but he wasn’t having any of it. He pulled my hair, which made me shriek in pain and panic. It was hard to believe but I was beginning to realise he was being serious about having some fun with me – whether I liked it or not.

I tried to think as hard as I could. Should I play along and try to get him to open the door and tell him I wanted to go to a bedroom with him. Would he buy that? Maybe he would free my hands and I could try to poke his eyes. No, that would most definitely not work with my luck.

Then it hit me; I still had both of my legs free. I had to kick him, kick him very hard. I probably got just one shot so it needed to be perfect. And I had to be insanely fast.

The adrenaline was taking over me and because of it I was able to think quickly. I glanced at the lock on the bathroom door and observed it, how it looked and how it opened. I didn’t have any time to waste with it either. I needed to get it open at once when the time was right.

The man had proceeded to my neck, planting light kisses on me. His hand was now travelling down, caressing my breasts and moving even further down. I wanted to get away so bad, I hated him! Realising what it was like to have someone touching you who you didn’t even know or want to be touching you in the first place, made me angry and disgusted. Suddenly, I was full of rage, wanting to be set free.

That’s when I took action.

“Stop fucking touching me you sick asshole!” I yelled on top of my lungs and kicked the man with my knee to his crotch as hard as I could.

The pain I had caused him made both of his hands fly to his crotch and he was finally forced to set me free. For some reason, I felt like I needed to double-check he was not going to be able to move fast and run after me. I kicked him again and this time he fell to the floor, shrieking from the pain.

I dashed to the door, yanked the lock open and ran to the front door. I didn’t have time to look around me so I had no clue if anyone suspected anything weird. I just wanted to get out of that apartment. This had been the worst night of my life and I wished nothing like this would happen again. Ever.

I ran towards my car, tying to get a hold of my car keys. It was extremely hard, since my whole body was shaking from shock. Finally, I managed to get the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the doors. I jumped inside, put the key in its place and started the car. I hit the gas pedal hard and drove off.

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Harry’s POV

I walked nervously around my room, trying to keep my head straight, but it was impossible. I could only think that something horrible had happened to Gracie. Why didn’t she answer her phone or text me back? I had told her to answer me back if I called. And now she didn’t. I knew this was a bad idea.

Me pacing around my room obviously could be heard downstairs as Gemma came and knocked on my door.

“Could you please stop walking around here the way you are? It’s making horrible noise.” Gemma asked a little tired. “Are you okay?” She continued after observing my worried face, stepped inside my room and placed her hand on my shoulder so I would stop walking.

“Yeah… yeah. I’m good. Sorry if I worried you. Didn’t mean to. Just some problems with Gracie. She’s not answering her phone.” I explained and tried to smile.

“Well don’t corner her and call her a million times! That’s just desperate. She’s probably just in the shower or something. She’ll call you back, silly. You’re too cute when you are in love, little brother.” She smiled and pushed my shoulder playfully.

“Haha, you’re right. Sorry again.” I fake-laughed and went to sit on my bed. I couldn’t tell her where Gracie had gone and why I was actually worried. Gemma left soon after, still smiling at her crazy-in-love brother. If she only knew…

I glanced at my phone once my bedroom door was closed. Still nothing. I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back and stroking it. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to know where she was and if everything was okay. I grabbed a hoodie from my bed, put it on and stormed out of the house. I could hear Gemma saying something but couldn’t make any sense of it. I had no time.

I jumped in my car and started driving. I drove slowly, handling my phone at the same time and searching for Theo’s number. I cursed out loud as I was trying to steer the wheel at the same time. I just couldn’t’ stop. Finally, I found it and dialled him.

“Harry?” Theo answered his phone, his voice all weird.

“Yeah, hi. Where are you? Is everything okay? Gracie is not answering her phone.” I talked fast and asked him. He was silent for a little while and it disturbed me.

“Gracie? Oh, she’s fine. I’m um… we’re with Naomi. It’s a little tense here right now, but nothing to worry about. I’ll tell her to call you back right when she can.” He answered but I could swear he was pretending.
“Can’t you give the phone to her right now? I swear, if you are lying I’m going to…” I continued annoyed.

“It’s really not a good time.” He interrupted. “And Naomi’s here… Don’t want to shock her any more than I… we have. Listen, I have to go now. She will call you very, very soon.” Theo said again and hung up.

Unbelievable. I shook my head, my hands starting to shake from anger. I didn’t even know where the hell they were. I had to pull over since I was basically full of rage at this point. Theo was probably enjoying this situation and that I wasn’t able to talk to Gracie and even know where she was. Of course he was.

I took the phone again and called.

“Liam? Are you busy?” I asked Liam, who was in a good mood as he was laughing when he answered the phone.

“Hey! What’s up? Busy, yeah. A little.” He replied and laughed again.

“I don’t give a shit. I need you.” I said hurriedly and sounded incredibly harsh.

“Whoa… hold on.” Liam said and I could hear him walking somewhere where he could talk. “What’s going on?”

“I’m picking you up in 10 minutes. You home?” I continued and started to drive.

“You can’t just pick me up. I said I’m busy. I’m with Sophia. I’ll talk to you tomorrow when you make a little more sense.” Liam talked fast, annoyed by my behaviour. Couldn’t really blame him though.

“Wait, wait! I’m sorry. I’m just fucking panicking over here. Gracie and Theo are somewhere with Naomi right now. And she hasn’t answered my calls or texts. And I called Theo who answered immediately but couldn’t let Gracie talk because the situation with Naomi was tense. Or something. I just have such a bad feeling about everything.” I explained.

“Wow… okay. Let me… wait.” Liam said and I heard him saying something to Sophia. “Alright, pick me up from home. We’ll go look for them.” Liam continued soon after.

“You sure? I’m sorry… what about Sophia?”

“She’s fine. She’s spending the night anyways so she’ll wait here. She’s a big girl.” I could hear Liam smiling on the other end of the phone. “See you soon, man.” He said and ended the call.

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After ten minutes of driving, I finally lowered the speed and started to calm myself down. I breathed heavily and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I left out a scream and stopped driving, tears starting to fall down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. That man was probably going to rape me if I hadn’t escaped. He would have hurt me. Oh dear god.

And these were the people Naomi was comfortable hanging with.

Naomi.

Theo.

Where the hell were they?

I realized I was in the middle of the road although there were no cars driving by the quiet neighbourhood. I parked my car to the side of the road and searched for my phone. I noticed three missed calls from Theo and eight from Harry. And some text messages. Oh god, Harry was going to be so angry. I can’t tell him, I thought. Should I?

I decided to call Theo first. The phone rang a few times before he answered.

“Where the hell have you been?” Theo yelled angrily to the phone. “Harry called me and he wants to talk with you, he is not happy for you not answering him!”

“I’ll explain later. And please don’t fucking yell at me!” I screamed to the phone, rage taking over me once again. “Sorry… I’m just… Oh god. Where are you?” I managed to ask in a normal tone.

“Alright, alright… let’s both calm down. I’m with Naomi. Or she is buying coffee. Fuck… she is high, you won’t believe it. She doesn’t know I came with you. She was so pissed at me showing up in the first place that I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut. Do you dare to see her?” Theo explained and asked.

“Of course. Give me the directions.” I said and grabbed a pen from my purse and wrote the address down to a receipt.

The coffee shop wasn’t far away so after a few minutes, I arrived to a small parking space nearby. I hopped out of my car, trying to forget what had just happened and prepare myself to face Naomi.

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