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Chapter One.

Inhaling the disturbing odour of the bar, the scent of beer and sweat fills my lungs as I let out a small cough before pushing my way between the crowd of dancing people whom are most likely too intoxicated to see straight or have any idea what they're even drinking. Soon I'll be joining them in their messy attempts to twerk and grind against fellow strangers, sing obnoxiously to the sexy song blasting from the speakers beside the DJ booth and shaking the floor, and trying to find someone to go home with.

I honestly shouldn't be here, but now that I've walked through those double doors and passed the security, there's no way I'm leaving. I don't have the best reason, I'm sure I could come up with a better one, but my life has gone completely downhill..faster than a mudslide. I feel so stuck and empty, like a hallow old oak tree that everyone has carved their names into until every bit of open space was filled and now the tree has been abandoned, left with peoples scratches and wounds covering its body. That may be an awful analogy but it defines exactly how I feel.

After apologizing and moving around two girls desperately and drunkenly smashing their lips together, I finally make it to the bar and seat myself at the spinning stool. "Hey there, pretty lady. What can I get for you?" The bartender questioned, tossing a towel over his thick cotton material covered shoulder after wiping a spilt beer from the countertop. "Give me the strongest thing you've got." I tell him without a moment of hesitation, to which he nods and turns to begin making my drink.

"Balkan vodka." He announced, placing the alcohol in front of me and I hand him a large sum of money, mumbling that I'll definitely be consuming more later. In desperation to forget everything, I raise the glass to my lips and begin chugging before slamming it back down to take a breath. The flavour makes my insides cringe and gives me the feeling I need to hurl, but I down the rest of it either way.

"I want an Old Fashioned." I tell the bartender. "Life's not so good right now, huh?" He asks while preparing the beverage. I simply shake my head and sigh, crossing my arms and leaning onto the counter. "Sorry love." The black haired male placed the drink in front of me with a sympathetic smile. "No it's fine, just stressful I suppose." 

I find myself turning around to observe my surroundings further, the sudden reek of body odour making my stomach churn as I blow out a deep breath. I curl up my nose at the mixed sights that catch my eye, whether I glance to the right side to find a large group of women drinking and laughing together for girls night, look into the centre of the room to find people grinding together and greedily grasping the strangers around them, or to the left where multiple couples are smashing lips together or flirting drunkenly. I roll my eyes and turn back around, elbows on the edge of the counter and cupping my face in the palm of my hands.

Silence fell between the kind bartender and I, neither one of us created conversation, which was fine by me, but the rest of the bar got louder once two men got in a fight and crowds formed, cheering them on. "I want five shots of vodka." A deep voice spoke from beside me, making me glance in his direction to find a beautiful image matching perfectly with the deep British accent. I found myself in awe of his gorgeous features. Bright green eyes, tattoos showing through his white t shirt, messy brown curls, broad shoulders, kissable lips, dimples, and the pure talent to take my breath away. To call him 'beautiful' would be an understatement.

"Staring won't give you the power to see through my clothes, love." He winked, leaning closer to me so I could hear him over the screaming echoes around us. My whole body shut down, I feel limp. Lord save me, this man is out to kill me. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." My stuttering caused a smirk to grow on his face. "No worries, what's your name beautiful?" He spoke, downing three shots in a row once all five were placed just inches from his tattooed arm. "I'm Kaitlyn, but just call me Katie. And yours?" I gulped the rest of my Old Fashioned while waiting for his answer. "Styles, Harry Styles."

"Alright then, Harry Styles, did you come here alone?" I asked, not wanting to flirt with someone who's taken by another girl. "Yeah, just needed to get drunk, one of those days." He chuckled and I nodded in agreement as he picked up another shot and handing the other to me, both of us dipping our heads back and downing them swiftly.

Eight vodka shots later, I'm nearly passed out on the couch and laughing between Harry and a ginger lad who seems friendly. I flatten out the front of my black dress as I stand, wobbling in my killer heels and almost toppling over, but two strong hands catch me and straighten me up before guiding me toward the door. I'm too intoxicated at the moment to notice at first but I'm practically sleeping on his shoulder as Harry walks with me.

"Is she okay?" The bartender questioned Harry in concern and I drunkenly nod, letting out a burp and laughing. "She'll be fine, I'll drive her home." He replied to the worker who only looked worried for me as Harry scooped me in his arms, carrying me bridle style since I'm too shit-faced to walk outside.

He continued carrying me as I loudly rant about how rabbit tails look like marshmallows. I feel him place me in the seat of his black car before he slams the door shut and trots to the other side, climbing in the drivers seat and pushing the keys in the ignition. "Did you drive here?" Harry asked, looking at me. "Nope." I said, popping the 'p'. "I live in a condom, far from here, like twenty miles, I'm by the water." I mumble to him, trying to position myself so I'm comfortable. I hear an unfamiliar laugh echo from his lips before he corrects me. "You mean that you live in a condo?"

I lean forward, pulling the six inch heels off my feet and sighing in relief from the freeing feeling. "Yes! That's the one! You're so smart, you know that?" He only chuckles before pulling out of his parking spot and turning into the street, facing the opposite direction of my condo, making me whine in protest. "I know another way to drive there, it's faster." He assured me and although my gut tells me not to trust Harry, I just laugh and nod.

For a good ten minutes, I'm messing with the radio and passionately singing Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects. "When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well. Hope it gives you hell! Hope it gives you hell!"

"Damn, you sound so passionate about those lyrics" Harry teasingly said before I stopped singing and stared out the window. "That's because I very strongly despise my boyfriend and this song perfectly fits how I feel." I grumpily say, crossing my arms before dropping them just seconds later and crying. "I gave him everything. And he cheated on me! He IS cheating on me. I came home three months ago and heard moans coming from our bedroom, I went upstairs and found another guy in bed with him. I mean, I'm not homophobic or anything but what the hell? I love him! And he is off with another guy in la la land, leaving me in the dust but promising he still loves me. That's bull-crap. Complete and utter bull-crap." I tell him, finishing my rant before wiping my eyes and changing the music station. Before Harry has a chance to speak, I begin singing Ariana Grande.

Another five minutes pass before my mind starts wandering and I realize we're still going the opposite way of home. "Shouldn't we be at my condo by now?" I whine, only receiving a small 'soon' in response. "But we aren't even going the wrong way... I mean the right way." I correct myself and search the car for my purse, only to realize I left it at the bar. "I left my phone and purse, go back." I said desperately, tapping the palm of my hand against the window in hopes he turns around. "We're too far now, they'll put it in the lost pile, you can go back when you're sober and get it." "No, turn around."

Silence. I groan, hating myself for leaving it. "But I need to call Luke."
"Is that your boyfriend?"
"Yes, he will freak out if I don't call him and tell him where I'm at."
"Do you ever know where you're at?"
"Well, where are we?"

Nothing. No response. "Harry!" I demand, feeling frustrated for not receiving answers. Still, we drive forward and the only sounds between us is the quiet radio playing trashy music aka Katy Perry and my heavy breathing. "We are so far from my condom, condo I meant, why am I not home yet, Harry? Take me home. We aren't going home!" I yell, feeling dizzy and scared. "No." He whispered under his breath, sending a chill down my spine. "Why?"

I had to repeat my question another three times, raising my voice each time I asked, before finally getting a quiet response from Harry which took me by surprise as he glanced from my confused eyes to the long empty road in front of us. "You're not going back home, Kaitlyn." This is making me head hurt. Dammit why did I drink so much?

"Why not?" I begged for answers, so tired of not knowing what was going to happen. But once I asked, I bit my lip hard in regret. "Because you're coming with me, and you're never gonna see the outside world again." Tears started pouring down my face even though I only half understood what he told me. Screams for help echoed out of my lips without even realizing it. Harry yelling for me to shut up but my conscious refused, my hands slammed hard against the glass but it wouldn't shatter to my dismay, so I desperately tried pulling at the door handle to open it. My screaming continued as Harry's voice boomed over mine, telling me to shut up or there will be a consequence. But I wouldn't listen to him, only thinking about freedom from this hot car, but I was silenced moments later when he reached a single hand behind my head and pushing me forward until my forehead slammed hard against the dashboard of his car, knocking me out, my whole world turning black as my screams vanished in just that split second.