"OW!" I practically shouted as I twisted my ankle for the sixth time in like 5 minutes. These heels are literally going to kill me. Not that the blindfold helps...i hate my life. I heard multiple laughs from all around me as the hands that led me pulled me to a stop. They left my shoulders. I should probably try to run away now. Wait...I'm blindfolded. Damn...

"Let me, love." A husky voice whispered. LOVE?! What the hell? Now I have another nickname? Something is very wrong here. Suddenly, an arm slipped underneath my knees, lifting my feet off the ground. I was literally swept off my feet. Guess that sort of thing does happen in real life.Yelping, I tried to navigate my arms to fit around the persons neck. My wrist smacked something.

"Nice one Jasmyne."

"He deserved it." The boys chorused. I froze. What did I hit?

"That would be my face, love." The same voice murmured in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine. A good shiver. Sure that my face was bright red, I figured out how to put my arms in the right spot, following the line of his shoulders. I probably looked like an idiot, but hey, maybe someone will stop and stare and maybe, i don't know... recognize me??? Just a thought.

Inhaling deeply, I swallowed my fear and dug deep inside myself for courage. "Who are you?" I whispered. I felt the man chuckle.

"It's Harry." Oh. I nodded, keeping my words to myself. I felt him laugh again.

"Here." One of the boys, I think Liam, shouted. His voice sounded a million miles away. I felt the motion of my body come to a stop, unaware of where exactly here was. But I had a pretty good idea.

Loud music thudded in my ears, the bass threatening to blow a speaker. I could imagine the sweaty bodies inside, pressed up against girls and guys alike, bumping and grinding. I could see the colored lights lighting up the dance floor like fireflies on a dark night. I could place the drunken people stumbling into each other and the few couples that would tumble into the dim bathroom. Why the heck am I at a club?

"Let's go. Louis chimed, his normally cheery voice dripping with despair. That can't be a good sign. I began to fear the plans for tonight, as if I hadn't already. The music got louder, the noise a constant booming. My heart pounded with anxiety. I could hear its soft beat.

Thump. Thump thump.

My breath quickened as Harry's silky voice muttered a soft I'm sorry in my ear. I wanted to ask what for, but I was shoved roughly from behind. My heels tangled with each other and even with a blindfold, I could see the ground racing toward my face. Just as I began my dreaded descent, someone caught me, dragging me forward. Guess I don't need to ask why anymore.

I wanted to cry out. The grip on my hard was way too tight, so tight that it had begun to cut off my circulation, the tips of my fingers tingling ever so slightly. But I knew whoever it was would only make it worse for me if I were to ask them to stop. That's just the way it is when you're subject to someone else the way I am.

I felt the air change, the bass shaking the ground that I now walked upon. I felt my body stop, a soft scratching sound appearing behind my ears. Then the black wall that had blocked my eyesight for so long broke away, sending me into a world I desperately wanted to leave. I was correct. I was in a club. I looked to my left and right. There were two boys on each of my sides. Harry and Niall were closest, leaving Louis and Liam on the ends. Where'd Zayn go? Oh who cares, he hates me anyway. One by one, the boys wished me their own good luck.

Liam sent me a wink. Louis offered up a big smile and a thumbs up. I still don't understand how he is so happy all the time. Niall squeezed my arm and gave me a reassuring grin. Harry took hold of my hand and gave it a slight tug. I met his gaze. I don't know what took hold of me. In all honesty, I should be fighting tooth and nail to get away. But here I was, standing here, able to escape, but...not. Something kept me here. That something was the boy who had helped me in my time of need, who refused to leave me behind when everyone told him to. Was it possible that Harry was him? No, It's not. He can't be.

The boys helped me over to the bar, keeping me on my feet. At least, they didn't let me fall on my face in front of everyone here. Or maybe they should have. It would definitely help me out. As we neared the counter, I froze, unwilling to go any further. I don't know why. It was like something inside just locked up. My limbs weren't mine to control.

"What is it?" A hot voice grumbled from behind. I jumped as if I was shocked, my body moving a few feet forward. I turned around, facing the guy.

"Z-Zayn, I was j-just-"

"Move." He growled. I nodded obediently, turning back and heading to the bar. Why does he hate me so much? What'd I do to him? I've never even met him before this all happened.

Right?

Or...wait, they do seem familiar. But from where? I know I've at least seen them around. I don't know where, but I know I have. There's no doubt.

I plopped down in a barstool, leaving the boys to find their own spots. Zayn sat down next to me. Odd. I glanced up at Harry. His mouth was in a thin line, eyes shielded as he took the spot next to his rude...friend? I wouldn't know. The rest followed suit, leaving a spot on my left clear.

"Shot of Tequila." A man said. I couldn't see him, but I froze instantly. I didn't need to see him. That voice. I know that voice. I went to spin around, but two large hands stopped the movement of my shoulders.

"Ah, ah, ah." He warned. "I wouldn't do that." I still don't understand why Mr. Carter is involved in all this. Things just don't add up. The bartender slid the shot toward me, placing a lime on the lip. I silently pleaded for him to help, but he remained oblivious to my current situation. Or even my identity. Everyone in this club is oblivious.

"Drink." He ordered, squeezing my shoulders. I whimpered, trying to squirm out of his grip. "Drink." His grip only tightened. Hand trembling, I reached out toward the glass, taking into my shaky grasp. Mr. Carter growled, giving me a shake. He caused me to drop the glass. It shattered, shards spraying across the counter top. The liquid glimmered on the glass, sparkling like diamonds. His voice dragged me out of my mind.

"Make her drink until she does it right." The boys nodded. "And on her own." Harry and the other three just stared at my old high school teacher, whereas Zayn just stared straight ahead. Unseeing, yet all seeing. "Zayn, make sure it happens." Still he stared ahead.

I didn't see him leave. I felt it. The intimidating fear caused by him vanished the moment he left the vicinity. Harry got up immediately, taking the chair on my left. Zayn didn't move an inch.

"Okay, Jasmyne. Let's get this done in two okay. I'll teach you on the first one. You do it on the second. Got it?" I nodded, ready to get this over with. Did I mention I've never drank before. Ever. This should be interesting. Harry went deep into an explanation. He grabbed my wrist, showing me how and where to sprinkle the salt. He told me to hold both the lime and the shot in my hands at the same time. Then it came time to actually follow his directions.

"Okay, so first the salt." He taught. After hesitating for a moment, I bent my head, licking the salt off my wrist.

"Now the shot." I brought it to my lips, the glass threatening to spill. That's how bad I was shaking. "Quickly, love." Deep breaths, Jasmyne. On 3.

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"I can't have fun until I find her."





It can't be.

Notes

DUN DUN DUN!!! Sorry it's been so long! I've been planning this party and I just have been so busy. MY VOLLEYBALL TEAM GOT FIRST IN OUR CONFERENCE It was pretty exciting! :) Anyways questions.

Who did Jasmyne hear?

Why does Zayn hate Jasmyne?

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