As I walked away from the arrogant bastard trying to find where Rusty ran off to, I felt my arm being tugged and I turned around to find Harry dragging me towards the bathrooms. Passing a bunch of unfamiliar faces, one bloke in a dirty grey Def Leppard t-shirt remarked, “How’s it going, Styles?” and Harry gave him a nod in response. I told myself to remember the fact that his last name was probably Styles and I realized something…Harry actually knew people at this party. I’m sorry, but even I thought I was too good to hang around with people of this crowd. And if he was some big celebrity hot shot, what in the flying fuck was he doing hanging out with them? I knew this chum for barely 20 minutes and he was already raising a bunch of questions in my mind.

Opening the door to the makeshift men’s room, Harry threw me inside and locked the door behind us. He then pushed me up against the wall, the ice-cold tile stinging my exposed back. He touched his forehead with mine and I felt his hot breath on my lips; the smell of his cologne became overpowering.

“If this is how you want it, then fine,” he snarled grabbing my face with his hands and roughly kissing me. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness. This was the type of thing I was used to, but the previous times it always helped that I was high on three different kinds of drugs. He began to leave sloppy kisses down my neck and collarbone, and I couldn’t help but gasp at his actions. Liking my reaction, he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around him, shoving me back onto the tile. I winced at the pain jolting down my back, and tugged at his hair to try and pull myself forward. He resisted and pushed me even harder against the wall, now reaching under my skimpy dress and pulling down my underwear. He kissed down my body and stopped at my thighs, nipping and tugging at the skin while he gripped my ass with his strong hands.

As he lifted himself back up, I threw his shirt off of him and ran my tongue along his countless tattoos. He grunted and unbuttoned his jeans, his hard length slapping me in the stomach. Before I could prepare myself, he thrusted himself into me hard, the tile scraping my back. I moaned from the pain mixed with pleasure, and he continued to go deeper, each thrust hitting my sweet spot. I dug my nails into his flesh as I hid my moans; not wanting him to know how much I was enjoying this.

“Is this how you like it? Huh?” he grunted as he pounded into me. I stayed silent, only sucking on his neck as a response. For some reason, I was mad at myself for letting this happen. I was in charge of my life, and it bothered me that I was letting some smug asshole take control of me.

He started to suck and kiss my boobs and I lost all my concentration. I muttered out a small “fuck” and saw the smile begin to form across his lips. God dammit. He quickened his pace and I began to feel my stomach tingle. I arched my back as I felt the ecstasy take over my body, feeling his release soon after. He slowly thrusted a few more times before pulling out, a satisfied look on his face. He dropped me onto my feet, my legs struggling to find balance. I held onto the wall while I steadily tried to pull my underwear up and smooth my dress.

“Are you happy now, baby?” he mused, pulling up his trousers. I growled and leapt at him, grabbing his sore dick in my fist.

“I’m not your fucking baby, Styles. From now on, stay the fuck away from me,” I glared into his eyes as he looked on in shock. I brushed past him and left him alone, his hand still in his pants.

I stomped back into the party with a sense of frustration and lust overtaking my body. I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to him, and I cursed myself for feeling this way. There was no denying he was fit, and a good fuck, but I was not the type of girl to get involved with anyone. I liked being free, and that was why I lived my life the way I did. I didn’t need some stupid boy fucking everything up. Not paying attention to what or who was in front of me, I ran into someone in a plaid shirt. I looked up to see two gorgeous amber eyes staring down at me.

“Sorry, babe. I didn’t see you,” he smiled and I gave him one back. He was tall and lean, a number of tattoos adorning his being. His plaid shirt was half hanging out of his tight pants, and he held a fag in one of his hands. He was fucking hot, to be blunt, and looked out of place amongst all these losers.

“Say, by chance have you seen like, a tall dude with like, curly hair? He’s probably wearing like, leather or something?” I stared at him because I didn’t understand a fucking word he was saying. His accent was thick and I was guessing he was from an area near Bradford. After trying to decipher his words into actual English, I figured he was talking about Harry. Typical, he was probably one of his band mates from his faggot group One Dimension.

I curled my lip before answering him, “He’s probably still trying to fumble his little prick back into his pants.” I pointed towards the bathroom and he raised his eyebrows at me.

“I’m Zayn,” he laughed sticking out his hand.

“And I’m not interested.” I turned on my heel to continue my quest of finding Rusty. I found her nearly passed out on a chair by the front door. I picked her up and threw her onto half of my body so I could support her while we tried to walk. I hailed a cab once we were outside and sat Rusty down in the back before I climbed in. I stared out the window while I told the driver the hotel we were staying at. Just as we started to pull away, I saw Harry emerge from the party. He looked right into my eyes and I saw his eyes silently pleading. I held his gaze as the car drove away, and once we turned the corner of the block, I let my smile finally show.

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I was awoken by my phone buzzing. Lids still closed under my eye-mask, I threw my hand around the night stand until finally finding my 6 year-old hot pink Motorola Razr. I couldn’t be bothered with the latest technology crazes, and seeing as how all I needed a phone for was to call people, I didn’t see the need in buying a new phone. I flipped it open. “Hello?” I asked, my voice still raspy due to my sudden awakening.

“Toni? It’s Poppy. I was wondering if Rusty was with you? When I went to grab a drink last night I left her on a chair, and when I came back she was gone.” I turned my body under the sheets and lifted my mask off my face. Rusty was lying on the bed next to me, her mouth open and her morning breath horrendous.

“Yeah, she’s with me. We left around 4 AM.” I was not in the mood to talk to anyone this early, none the less Poppy. Fucking cunt.

“Oh that’s so safe! I was so worried.” I bit my tongue as to not say anything bitchy.

“I’m sure you were, Poppy. Now if there’s nothing else you need…” she cut me off.

“Actually, I have another question. My friend Peter took quite the liking to you last night. He was going to ask you to dance but then you disappeared for awhile. Is it alright if I give you his number? He was just going on and on about you.” I pulled one of the leftover spliffs out of my bra and lit it. I don’t remember a Peter, but then again the only person I was thinking about was the one haunting my dreams with his piercing green eyes. I puffed on the sweet herbs and closed my eyes.

“Sure, Poppy. But I swear to God if he looks like a fucking sloth I am chopping off your tits.” I smiled at my threat. She giggled on the other end of the phone.

“Oh, no, Toni! He is super fit. I’m sure you’ll just love him.” I hung up the phone by flipping it closed. I continued to smoke while I tried to remember a Peter from last night. Smelling the smoke, Rusty awoke and took the spliff out of my hands.

“One of those mornings, huh?” She quipped as she exhaled smoke through her nose. I nodded and drank the glass of water accompanying my cell phone on the nightstand. “Do you remember a Peter from last night?” I posed as non-chalante as possible. Her eyes grow wide at my question.

“Fuck yeah I do! He was fucking buff! I would totally give him one if I had the chance.” I laughed and took the blunt from her.

“Well apparently he wants to give me one; Poppy called and asked if she could give him my number. Speaking of which, how the fuck did Poppy even get my number?” I inhaled the weed and blow it out above our heads.

“It’s on my voicemail. I figure if someone really needs something from me, they should have your number because I’m with you 24/7.” I threw a pillow at her and started to laugh uncontrollably. The drug was beginning to fuck with my thoughts and I loved it…at least my mind was occupied with something new. A pillow fight soon ensued, but was quickly ended once I heard my phone buzz with a text. It was from an unfamiliar number and read, Hey this is Peter. Would you and Rusty care to join me for a club opening tonight at 11? Can’t wait to see what you’re wearing ;). Cheeky bastard. I sent back a quick See you then and closed my phone. I smirked and turned towards my best friend.

“I hope you have something slutty to wear tonight.” She grinned and I jumped out of bed to take a shower.