-Harry's POV-

After hours of begging mum to let me go to this party, I know if I show up drunk I'll be grounded for life. I need to go tonight though. I got Eleanor to convince Isabelle to come, and I need to explain myself. We left things on a pretty bad note.

There's already a lot more people here than I expected. So many girls. Normally this would be great news for me, but I'm not feeling it tonight.

I can't get Isabelle of my mind, and it's killing my rep. I need to either admit my feelings for her, which I've convinced myself are almost non-existent, or get my head back in the game. I've chosen the latter.

I need a drink.

I walk into the crowded kitchen and squeeze my way to the corner where the keg is. I pour myself a drink and chug it, feeling the effects immediately.

I weave my way back into the living room, which has temporarily been turned into a dance floor. I look around and try to find some of the lads, but the only one I can see is Niall sitting on the couch, but since he has a cute blonde on his lap, I decide to let him be. Maybe the little Leprechaun will get lucky tonight.

My eyes wander to the dance floor, and my heart skips a beat when I see her. She looks amazing.

That's when I see her dancing.. With another guy. I feel a pang of jealousy, and my heart falls into my stomach.

Two can play at this game.

I grab the first girl I see and kiss her hardly on the mouth, hoping Isabelle sees.

I let her go, she winks at me and walks away. I look over at Isabelle, disappointed she didn't notice.

Stop being jealous, I tell myself. It's not like she's your girlfriend.

I haven't had a girlfriend in four years, since I started at Lakewood High. Is it wrong to wish that me and Isabelle... No. No. I don't want a girlfriend. I'm happier like this, not tied down to one girl.

My mind is convincing, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't stand to see her with someone else.

I refrain from stepping in right away; she's mad enough as it is.

As I'm walking to get another drink, I pass a group of guys from my football team.

"--a contest, to see who can get her in bed first." Justin, the linebacker, is yelling over the music. Ugh, they are such pigs. Not that I can really judge, since I've slept with twice as many girls as they have, but at least I let them all down easy, and I'm always respectful towards them.

I hear howls of approval from the rest of his group, but they all frown when they look to the dance floor.

I see that Isabelle is still dancing with some guy, but now it's evident that it's Rick. "He's already one step ahead of us," one guy shouts.

WAIT, ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT ISABELLE?!

I can feel the blood boiling in my veins, and I swear steam starts coming out of my ears. I don't think I've ever been this mad.

I can't let this happen to her.

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-Isabelle's POV-

The girls come over right after school, and we get into our hair and makeup straight away.

Eleanor quickly scans my wardrobe, decides I need to borrow one of her dresses, so she drives to her house to grab one.

"I'll be back in half an hour! Perrie, do her makeup, and Sophia, you are on hair." she orders as she walks out the door.

We we all take turns doing eachother's hair and makeup, and soon Eleanor is back.

"Isabelle, come try on the dress!" She yells and I run downstairs. The dress she's holding, well it's gorgeous but I don't know if I can pull it off. "You'll look great in it, I promise," she reassures.

Once we're a ready, we all take a glance in the mirror and Eleanor admires her work. "Your outfit looks amazing," she gushes. "I really wish you could wear heels though."

"Eleanor, I look fine in flats. Besides, I can barely walk in heels, let alone dance. I'll rip my stitches."

She sighs and drives us all to Louis'.

As we walk in, the music is overwhelming. It's loud, loud enough that you can barely make out what song is playing over the blaring bass. It smells like alcohol and sweat. Ew.

I don't think I want to be here, but it's too late to back out now.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks!" Eleanor yells as she disappears into the crowd.

I turn around, only to find that Perrie and Sophia have disappeared as well. Great, I'm alone.

I don't know where to go. I know I'll get lose if I try and follow Eleanor, so I stay put and decide to let her come find me.

Eventually, she makes her way back with two drinks in her hands. "Here!" She shouts at me. "Drink up!"

I hesitantly take a sip, and it tastes like nail polish remover with a fruity twist. And it burns, oh god, it burns.

"Let's go dance!" She yells.

I quickly down the rest of my drink before following Él out onto the dance floor.

I can feel the alcohol rushing to my head as I walk over there, my steps faltering slightly. My head starts spinning, but in a good way. I feel.. Happy.

Louis comes along, dragging Eleanor away, and she looks back and winks at me before disappearing upstairs. They are so cute together.

"Great party!" I screech after them. I don't know why I said it, but I blame it on the alcohol.

I continue to keep dancing, letting my body feel the rhythm of the music. I feel like my arms and legs are flailing everywhere, but then again, I couldn't care less.

Suddenly, I feel two hands firmly take hold of my hips. "Isabelle," an unknown voice whispers to me, "Dance with me."

He aggressively pushes his hips into mine, making me wince in pain.

"Get off!" I shriek, but he's too drunk to care. I try and push him away but he's too strong.

I feel his fingers start to dig deeper into the skin on my hips, definitely leaving small, finger-shaped bruises. I try again to push them away, but the alcohol is making my arms weak.

"S-stop," I try and tell him, my head still fuzzy and trying to make sense of the situation.

I hear him whisper in my ear again. "Shh, it's okay babe, just let it happen."

What? Let what happen?

Slowly, I feel his firm grasp start to move down towards my ass, and one of his hands slides around between my thighs. Tears start to sting in my eyes, and suddenly I'm bawling. This can't happen, please, no!

"No, stop--PLEASE--" I beg, trying to disguise my sobs.

Then, the guy is pulled off me, and Harry is yelling something in his face I can't make out over the music. My attacker laughs, and Harry punches him in the face, making him stumble backwards. He quickly retaliates and hits Harry's cheek, leaving a small cut from the ring he was wearing.

I turn away, not seeing the rest of the fight as I stumble off the dance floor, desperate to get away from the scene. I want nothing more than to go home, but I have no way of getting there.

I can't stop the tears as they keep flowing down my face, and I need Eleanor, Perrie, Sophia, anyone... Where are they?!

I start searching, but I can't find them anywhere. Then, I feel a large hand encase mine, and I spin around.

It's Harry.

Notes

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