Dara's POV

Harry and I were cuddled up in his bed as we fell asleep. But somewhere in the middle of the night, I was woken up by a loud pounding at the front door. So I carefully slipped out of his arms, careful not to wake him up, and left the room to go answer it. What are the odds? As soon as I open the door I'm greeted by the faces of Louis and Zayn.

"You're still over here?" Louis asked.

I nod, nervously, feeling the tension in the air. I looked at Zayn. He stared right back at me, not looking impressed. "So, did you guys just come from the party?" I asked.

"Save it," said Louis. Zayn thrust an envelope in my face.

"This is for Harry," he told me. "Give it straight to him, and do not open it."

"Why can't I open it?"

"Because he fucking told you so!" Louis snapped.
"Goddamn, you didn't need to shout," I turned to Zayn. "Where's Ashleigh?"

He looked at me as if I had ten heads. "Who the fuck is-- Ohhh! That girl?"

"Yeah, that girl happens to be my best friend."

"I honestly.. don't give a fuck," Zayn told me. How much more rude could he get? "Anyway, she's still at that party."

"Alone?"

"Yeah. She was wasted out the ass, so I left her there."

"Wasted? Why didn't you take her back to her house?"

"I don't know," he replied sarcastically. "Maybe because she's not my responsibility and if she wants to get drunk and dance on tables naked then it's not my problem."

I stared at Zayn in disbelief. How dare he?

I ran to grab my keys and slipped on a pair of flip-flops, running out the door.

"Where the hell are you going?" Louis called.

"None of your fucking business, Louis!" I yelled back, hopping in my car and tossing the envelope I still had onto the seat next to me. I tried my hardest to remember the way to the party, but as soon as I heard the music from a couple blocks away, I followed the sound. I was wearing a tank-top and short-shorts, which is what I fell asleep in. But now I had to wear that to the party, my hair a freaking mess too.

I pushed through a crowd of people. I realized that the party had only gotten more intense since I had left. There was no sign of Ashleigh, though. I ran into the kitchen, nobody there. Back into the living room. I saw a couple people on the couch slipping to second base, then another couple laughing over a video. I almosted walked past them when I freezed and looked a little closer at the video. Yup, that's her. The video was of my best friend Ashleigh, naked, and dancing around on a table. Fuck, I was hoping Zayn was just kidding about that. And people were throwing coins and shit, sticking dollar bills in between her boobs with she had pressed together.

Where the fuck was Ashleigh?

I tapped the shoulder of the person holding the phone. She looked up at me.

"Do you know where that girl is?" I asked, pointing to the screen.

"I think she went upstairs," the boy next to her said.

"What a slut," the girl remarked, laughing.

I almost argued with her, trying to defend my friend, but all I really was concerned about was where Ashleigh was. So I quickly found the stairs and ran up them, searching for my friend vigorously. I opened a fourth door, and there she was. She was tied to a bed, each limb to a bedpost. And she was naked.

She looked at me with her smeared mascara and it just wasn't Ashleigh. She looked so out of it, like her body was here but her soul wasn't. I thought for a second she didn't recognize me.

But then she said, "Dara, s-savve me." Zayn wasn't kidding, she was wasted.

"Ash!" I ran over to her. "What happened?"

"They were hurting me Daaara. I wa-as waaiting for them. They came. They were touching me, and it didn't feel good. They left me. There were thhreee of them."

"Let's get you out of these ropes.." I said, trying to untie. I was beyond angry at whoever would take advantage of a girl under the influence.

"What were their names?" I asked, finally untying her right wrist.

"I s-saidd that he was hurting me and--"

"Who was hurting you?"

"The big monster. And his fr-riendss."

I untied her both her legs and her other arm. It was weird walking into a room and seeing one of my best friends tied up and completely naked. Fuck Zayn for letting this happen. And now she was sobbing, curling into a ball.

"Ashleigh." She didn't answer. She was rolling, and she fell hard onto the floor.

"Owwie," she whined.

"Ashleigh," I helped her up. "Where are your clothes?"

"I don-- I dunno."

I groaned and raided through the drawers I spotted, finding my friend a long button-up that fit her petite body like a dress. I ushered her out of the house as people laughed and clapped at her while she waved like she was the Queen of England. I told her to stop, pulling her out the door and to my car. She sat in the passenger seat and I shut the door for her, afterwards going to the driver's side.

As I drove, Ashleigh was quiet for the first five minutes until she began poking me.

"Darra, I wanna go back and dahance," she whined.

"Stop," I replied sternly.

She burst out laughing. Goddamnit, she just got raped by multiple strange men and now she was laughing? The side-effects of being drunk.

Suddenly she grabbed the steering wheel.

"Nooo!" she yelled. "This isn't the waay!"

I almost swerved off the road, pushing her away.

"Owwie," she complained, banging her head into the window. Then laughing again. "You're such a meaniee, oh mah goshhh."

I continued driving down the highway, thinking she would finally just shut up and sit still. But no! She just had to reach under her ass where she had sat on the envelope Louis and Zayn had given me. She opened it and took out a giant wad of dollar bills.

"Ooh! Treasure!" she squealed. I widened my eyes.

"Ashleigh Grace Tanner, put that fucking envelope down!"

She put her finger to my lips. "Hush, my child." What the fuck?

"Put it down!"

She laughed and opened her window.

"Ashleigh!"

My drunk best friend began dangling the envelope outside. I slapped her thigh.

"What's the magic word?" she teased.

"I don't give a damn about the magic word! That belongs to Harry so give it to me right now!" I yelled. I couldn't describe my anger and anxiety of the current moment.

Finally, Ashleigh did the one thing I didn't want her to do. She let go of the envelope and it dropped outside. We were on a highway, and I couldn't go in reverse and go get it.

Shit.

"Ashleigh! He's gonna kill me!" She laughed. I couldn't take it anymore. I never signed up to be her drunken state mommy. I sped to her house, not caring about getting pulled over by the police.

I pulled into her driveway. "Ashleigh, go in there and go straight to bed. You hear me?" I spoke to her. She nodded.

"Repeat what I said."

"You said go inside cause it's time for bed."

Good enough. I sped away from her house and back to Harry's. I slipped in, careful not to wake him. Not wanting him to ask about the money Ashleigh lost, I quietly made sure he was asleep and went to sleep on his couch.

I was angry and frustrated with Zayn for allowing this to happen. If it weren't for him leaving Ashleigh at the party, she would have gotten raped and the money would have gotten to Harry safely. But no. Zayn had to be a dumbass and cause a huge problem, I don't care if Ashleigh really wasn't his responsibility. Nonetheless, Harry will obviously blame me for everything. Because his friends are obviously more important to him than me.

Oh God, he's going to hate me for this.

Notes

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