It's semester break and its time to party so here I am, in a random party everyone is at tonight and I have to be honest, it's sick.
I haven't had much time to think about my birthday or my aunt visiting me and I have to say, I'm not even sure if she's going to show up.
I decide to forget about all of the doubts and issues occupying my time and stopping me from having some fun so I chuck down a cup of strong vodka, my throat burning immediately.
I sway away to the music loudly playing, my hands up in the air as sweaty bodies rub against my exposed skin, my body controlling me now.
I know Harry isn't here to party with me and that is fine with me because I'm used to it now and I'm actually getting more social since I'm not so attached to once person paying attention to me that way.
Right then, I feel a warm body glued to my back and I know I may sound like a slut but I don't stop dancing.
I can feel their hands tightly gripping onto my waist, his fingers digging into my bare skin as I am wearing a crop top.
I definitely feel him pulling me closer once I decide to go get another drink, avoiding me from distancing him for even a second and that turns me on.
I bite down on my bottom lip, my sweaty body rubbing against his clothes as his hands move down to my hips.
I feel how his hips follow everywhere mine go when I dance. I slightly bend down, my ass rubbing against his hips as I attempt to twerk and it actually works.
I'm really drunk and I can barely have control over my actions as I wiggle my ass from side to side, going up and down as I stay in that position for a while until I can feel my blood rushing to my head.
That's my cue to get up, my body turning as I face the stranger with the attractive body and I freeze.
"Oh my god.. What are you doing?!"
I yell once I see the last person I need to see right now, Scott.
I'm so shocked that I get chills, my whole body shivering as I feel embarrassed and grossed out by the thought of doing those things to Scott.
His face is unreadable as I feel my eyebrows meet in a narrow frown. The only he does is to snatch my hands away from me and set them on his chest through his sweaty shirt.
"What do you think you're doing?"
I yank away my hands and quickly cover the exposed skin as I stumble back, meeting with drunk people.
Scott throws himself at me, his arms around my waist as I find it hard to breath but I decide to take responsibility for my careless actions by attempting to push him away.
I mumble as I try to get out of his right grip, his wet lips meeting with my neck.
"Stop it, Scott"
I yell over the music, practically begging as I use my hands to unwrap his hands from around my waist but it does no good.
I feel tears build up in my eyes as I feel like I'm being used or even raped by my ex boyfriend.
I scream, looking over his shoulder for help but everyone is doing their thing, totally unaware of my situation.
"Stop talking babe"
Scott mumbles into my neck, his disgusting kisses stinging me.
As I try my best to get him away from me, I search around the room with my eyes more carefully this time and my eyes set on the mini bar at the corner and I see Harry staring towards my direction, quiet and uncomfortable.
Everything stops in that moment, as my eyes stare into his from a distance, the music mute to my ears and Scott disappeared into space but that wasn't the case.
Although I am across the hall from him, I can read his face and it's a mix of sadness and evilness and I get scared at the thought of those crazy emerald eyes staring at Scott attacking me like that.
Once Harry realizes that I'm staring his way, he snaps his head to another direction and that makes my eyes grow wider than they already have.
At this point, I feel so angry as I've seen him aware of this violation but he doesn't get up to help me and that frustrates me the most.
I decide that what Scott is attempting to do is more important so I jerk away his arms, trying to throw punches to his arms but I'm too weak for him.
"Listen to me, I'm not in the mood to watch you attempt to rape me!"
I lamely say, his head shooting back as he stares at me like I'm crazy and at this point, I am.
The next thing I do, I immediately regret but I do it anyway. My fist flies to his face, landing on his nose with such power than I hear it break, Scott's hands rushing towards his nose to avoid the blood rushing down.
With that, I say nothing and I practically mute the whole world to me as I run to the entrance, my heels clicking.
I fear he tears that were threatening to spill out, do their job as they come rushing down my face, my eyesight blurry. I push past people who seem to have more fun that I've ever had in my entire life.
I finally reach the main entrance, my hands gripping onto the door handles as I push them open and storm out.
The music that was playing loudly inside is suddenly stopped once the doors close, me hearing nothing but my heels clicking one by one.
"Ariana! Are you alright?"
I hear a British accent speak and I know who it is and I immediately stop, snapping my head towards the tall boy.
He stands there awkwardly as I see the regret in his green eyes, his lips curved into a pout.
"Next time, why don't you come and watch someone rape me?"
I hiss, turning around to approach my car but the next thing that he says makes me freeze in my spot.
He mumbles, his words almost silent.