Poppy's PoV

Okay, the more I thought about it the more I thought it was kind of weird. Of all the people around the table, including the boys and Rebecca who he had a thing for, he'd asked me to get drinks with him? It had agitated Calum, there was no way of hiding it, and Rebecca looked pretty annoyed too. They exchanged glances that made me wonder if they thought something was up between us. Maybe he wanted to talk? Maybe it was something only I could answer like a nursing question?

"Hey, can I please get four beers and four cocktails please, just surprise us!" Ashton laughed to the bartender who took the order down and got to bringing the beers. They opened them all and placed them on a tray before making their way to the back to make the cocktails.

"Ash?" I shouted loudly over the music and he quickly turned round, raising an eyebrow at me.

"What's up Poppy?" He said, taking a step closer so he could hear me. He placed his hand on my shoulder as he leaned closer so his ear was near my mouth.

"I don't know how to ask without it sounding rude but why did you ask me to get drinks with you?" I asked him, hoping it wasn't going to upset him. I didn't mind at all but I knew the others did and I just wanted to highlight it to him before anything became an issue. He moved himself so his mouth was now nearer my ear.

"I just thought it'd be nice, look like we're bonding and all." He said, shrugging like it was no big deal. I completely understood where he was coming from but I don't think anyone else had the same thought process as him unfortunately. Once again, I moved myself so he could hear me.

"That's fine, I think Cal and Bex took it the wrong way, that's all. Don't worry about it!" I smiled as I shook my head. We both looked over to the table and saw everyone chatting, so I guess everyone had forgotten about it already. The bartender finally placed four lovely looking cocktails. I grabbed one instinctively and took a sip, vocalising my pleasure as the alcoholic taste hit me in the back of the throat after following fruity flavours. "That tastes amazing!" I said to Ashton as he grabbed the tray, heading over to the guys.

"Poppy?" A male voice said as they grabbed me by my arm, spinning me around to face them instantly. The minute I saw him, my eyes widened. Oh shit.

"K-Kyle?" I stuttered our, fear taking over me instantly. I could barely breathe in his presence as I gulped down my feeling of being terrified.

"Nice to see you after all these years." He let out a cunning smile, hand remaining around my wrist. I tried to pull it free but I knew it was no use. I'd fought him once and it was tough, I was never getting out of this alive. He turned his head to the side, revealing the scar that I'd caused after shattering the plate on his head that fateful night.

"Y-Yeah." I breathed, not knowing what to say or do.

"Hey Poppy!" We both looked over and saw Ashton was making his way back over to us. A sense of relief washed over me as I breathed a sigh of relief. He could help me. "You coming?" He asked, suddenly noticing the menacing guy in front of me. "Is he a friend of yours?" His eyebrows furrowed like he was suspicious. Kyle's hand tightened on my wrist making it painful. It was his way of saying to get rid of him.

"Yeah, we haven't spoken in a while. I'll meet you back at the table. Just tell Cal I'm talking to Kyle." I said with a smile, the lies flowing nicely. All I needed was for Calum to find out who I was speaking to and that should be able to save me. As long as he remembered the story.

"No problem, see you soon." Ashton smiled as he headed back to the table, giving everyone their drinks.

"Why did you tell him my fucking name?" Kyle barked at me, yanking my arm as he pulled me into the centre of the dance floor. "You've told them what happened haven't you?" His eyes were furious as he spat venomously at me. My arm was hurting from him yanking me around but I just had to go with it. There was no way I was going to get out of this nicely, after all in his eyes I'd put him in jail and caused Amelia to overdose. This was all going to be rectified today, I could tell by how he was acting. He probably hadn't been out of jail long but he had only one thing in mind and that was revenge.

"I told them what a snake you are." I snapped, once again trying to yank my hand free to no avail. He stopped in his tracks and spun round to me, grabbing my face with his hand.

"Fuck you Poppy." He spat, yanking me once again and making me drop my drink. It shattered on the floor which I'd normally apologise for, but this time it might just be what I need for someone to help me.

"What do you want?" I hissed back as I pulled away from him, making it difficult for him to move me. Clearly frustrated by me, he spun once again and let my hand go, this time picking me up and rushing me out the door into the alleyway beside the club. The cold air hit me instantly as Kyle threw me to the floor, towering over me like he was so used to doing. A smile crept on his face, clearly he was enjoying this.

"You sent me away Poppy... for seven years. You made me lose Amelia. You have everything to pay for." He snarled as he pushed his sleeves up past his elbows. I shuffled away from him and got myself to my feet, despite my legs already shaking in fear.

"That's not my fault! I only called the police because you were going to kill her!" I shouted back at him, pointing at him. "You're a monster, you never loved her!" He stormed towards me and shoved me against the cold brick wall.

"How fucking dare you." He spat, throwing a punch in my stomach and causing me to double over. "I fucking loved her. You're going to pay..."