*Harry’s POV*
*At the Club*

The nine of us, walked into the dark room, filled with tight bodies dancing around. Everyone drinking, hoping that the answer to whatever they were looking for living at the bottom of their glasses, and then the bottom of the bottle and the next bottle and the next. Making the night drag on. Few civil words being heard from this person, utterly senseless and slurred.

“Oh my gosh. I’ve always just been drunk. Not looking at drunk people. It’s so uncomfortable.” Ally points out.

“True.” Niall nods.

“That’s probably Destiny every time we drink,” Louis says.

“Now it's the complete opposite.” June laughs.

“Where is that girl anyway?” I questioned, as our eyes gazed through the crowds of drunk people. No one could see the dance floor, it’s wall to wall filled with people dancing, completely off-beat to the music. There was no more for anymore, but somehow people still managed to get into the crowd of individuals.

*Destiny’s POV*

I could smell the sharp scent of my drink. I smelt it, and so does everyone else.

I struggled to keep my balance. None of my body parts were working they way I want them to. Somewhere, deep inside I know my brain is sending signals telling me what to do. Whether or not my body is listening is an entirely different story. They seem to be doing whatever they please.

My hands grabbed the bottle in my hands, my eyes swivelling towards the back of my head in a distressed sense of a headache. I tilted my head towards the edge of the couch as I took a long swig of the dark substance that affected me.

I sigh as the walls become part of a fun house, changing figures in a blink of an eye.

My breath was the underlying cause of the smell of alcohol that entered my nostrils. My mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol that I poured down my throat.

I cleared my throat, ready to go find Elizabeth and go home. I stood up, just to fall back down on the couch in an unbalance attempt to walk to the dark bedroom, where I could feel the comfort of the bed to overtake the state of drunkenness.

I stood up once more, again to fall right back down, this time with a man.

“Hello beautiful.” the man says, with a smirk as he looks down at me with my head on his lap.

“I - I’m sorry,” I say, shyly slurring my words, struggling to get back up.

“It’s okay, you can lay down on me. I don’t mind.” The man smiles at me, as I give on trying to leave.

“Okay.” I slowly nodded, closing my eyes.

“Are you here alone?” The man asks, as he begun to trace his fingers along my arms. Too weak to fight back, I let him continue.

“No. My friends Amanda and Elizabeth are here, but they seem to have disappeared. I can’t find them anywhere.” I say, with my eye still closed. The man’s hands begun to go down to my legs.

“Here. Sit up.” The man tells me, as he helps me up. “Drink this. It’ll get rid of your drunkenness.”

“Okay.” I nodded, as I took the large glass of liquid and gulped it down.

Suddenly, the world was spinning faster and faster. All the colours of the rainbow seemed to swirl in front of me. I was spinning, around continuously. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop.

It felt like I was drowning in a bottomless ocean. The music and talking turned into an endless torture of noise. The colours and people transformed into horrible monsters. I could feel myself being moved around, but I wasn’t sure by who.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break fear from the torture. The feeling of death washed over me. I could no longer hold my breath any longer, all the illusions of surviving vanishing,

Suddenly a migraine struck, and I was its prisoner, completely helpless in a cage of pain.

Blinded by flashing bright spots and craved darkness, quiet and stillness. The pain throbbed so violently around my skull, making me wonder why my head hadn’t cracked open yet.

In my instance silence, I somehow scream with my whole body. The scream tore through me like a great shard of glass. I felt my eyes widen with horror, my mouth rigid and open and pulse quicken, my heart thudding like a rock rattling in a box. My palms clenched hard to this sides of my head, as my nails dug into my scalp.

The scream came again, like a desperate, terrified child. The blood had drained from my face before I was even aware of making a conscious decision my legs gave up, making me fall to my knees.

I was brought back onto my feet, as I could hear faint ear-piercing screams of my name from every direction.

I unswervingly began to take on a pale look on my face, as if I’d been painted with a white-wash even my lips were barely visible. Then, take one step backwards, I crumpled like a puppet, who had suddenly been released from their strings, crashing to the ground.

A crushing pain attacked my head, soon dizziness overtaking me the whole world went black.

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