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Sober

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"Cassie, you weren't even at the hospital!" I whisper-shouted to her as she danced around, ignoring me.
"I know, just wanted to get away from Harry." She flashed me a drunken smile.

I rolled my eyes mockingly. "Alrighty then, have fun."
I swiped behind me to grab Louis's arm so we could leave, but he wasn't there.

My gaze slowly moved towards the bar, where all the guys were laughing and drinking.
I grumbled to myself.

I rubbed my eye as I tagged behind a man leaving, and he opened the door for me. I gave a small smile and started to walk out, before he grabbed my hips.

My breath stuck in my throat. I was about to call him off, until he brought a finger to my lips and my voice came out as a squeak.

He spun me around.
The man had a bit of stubble on his chin, and tattoos were randomly splattered all over his face. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Babe. Why you leaving this early?"
My face turned pale, and my body shook, but he still gripped me tighter.
"I think we should have fun." The words slipped off his tongue easily.

"I - I c-c-an't," I stammered, shrinking to the floor.
He released me teasingly, chuckling.
"I can show you a good ti-" He started, but was cut off by someone grabbing my arm and pulling me away.

"Hey, mate. Get your hands off her." The drunken slur is recognizable.
"Yeah? You can't make me."

Damn. Shit's about to go down.

I felt Louis's arm circle my waist protectively, but I don't feel all that protected. He's going to get hurt. That's a fact.
And he doesn't care.

He either doesn't care because -
1. He's drunk.
2. He cares about me.
3. The world is ending.

I'm all for 1 & 3. Louis caring about me? Ha!
"Don't move." He said through gritted teeth as I slightly tried to pull away.
He closed the gap between us, not daring to meet my eye.

Suddenly, by surprise, the guy - let's call him Tattoo Face - knocked a blow onto Louis.
That sent him over the edge, and he lets go of me.

"Asshole!" He spat, kicking Tattoo Face in the stomach.
Tattoo Face growled, and I saw he had golden braces on his teeth. I rolled my eyes. What a tosser.

He sent another slap onto Louis's face, and that time Louis almost drops, but he held his ground.
Once Tattoo Face kicked him in the stomach saying - quote - "How do you like a taste of your own medicine, jerk!?"
"You're the jerk!" I yelled finally, but a force grabbed my arms to keep from lunging at him.

"Calm down, Autumn!" It's Niall.
"I can't freaking calm down!" I tried to yank back from his grip, but it didn't work.
Harry grabs my other arm.

"Louis!"
I'd never seen him in this stage before - his face red, gritting his teeth harshly, pulling the guy to the floor.

Why do I even care that he'll get hurt? After all, it'll be one weight off my shoulders.
Still, I find myself battling from the grips of Niall and Harry, and possibly Zayn and Liam.

"Look out!" I shouted as I saw some of Tattoo Faces mate's coming down to help.
The guys had gone to help Louis, leaving me free to run and help, too.

But instead, Tattoo Face's mates grabbed my arms, pulling me back, knocking my air away.
I squeezed tears out of my eyes, and as they ran down my cheeks, the other men shoved me towards the way.

That's why I hate bars.