(Gwen)

I looked at Theo through the glass and instantly stood up without thinking.

Immediately, pangs of more pleasure coursed through my muscles, causing me to grab onto the table, making Theo's eyes go wide.

I held a hand up, signaling for him to give me a minute and he nodded with unease.

I grabbed the glass of wine and finished it. I was already drunk, but I poured the rest of the wine into my glass, emptying the entire bottle.

Theo tapped the glass again, but I didn't look this time.
I gulped down the rest of the wine, it warmed me up, making me feel light and relaxed.

I walked over to the back door and Theo came around.
"What are you doing still?", I slurred, "Uh, wait....what're you doing?"

"I stayed to wait and see if you'd come back out", he looked down at the cleavage made from the towel wrapped tightly around me.

I walked outside, gently closing the door behind me.
Theo quietly followed me into the pool house, catching my arm a few times when I lost my balance.

I was still feeling orgasms, but they were dulling, so I could relax a little.

Once inside, Theo turned me to face him, his hands holding each of my cheeks.

"Gwen, are you still having orgasms?", he looked me in the eyes.

I snickered and smiled, drunk and now amused with the situation, the alcohol erasing my fear of what was happening to me.

"Orgasms", I chuckled at the word.

"Gwen? Are you?", he repeated.

I snorted and laughed lightly.
"I can't stop having them! I've never even....had one before tonight and now that I have? I can't stop and it's freaky freakin' me out!", I patted his shoulder like I was letting Theo in on a joke.

"Gwen, I think you have something called Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder. Or Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome, sometimes called Weiss Disease or Restless Genital Syndrome, depending on the doctor who diagnoses it", Theo said as I became more lightheaded.

I feel fuzzy warm
Blissfully sleepy, but don't want to go to bed
What is Theo talking about

"It's random, very persistent, and uncontrollable orgasming. It was only first documented by a doctor in 2001, so it's only recently been considered a specific syndrome in medical literature", he added.

I wasn't listening.
I couldn't.
All I could do was watch his lips move.

They were delicious and I needed to taste them again.
I bit down on my own and looked at his thick, muscular neck.

His jawline and the veins in his neck are going to be the death of me
I've never wanted anyone before now

"Has this happen before?", he tilted my chin up to look into his eyes.

Fuck
His dark brown eyes shined against the night sky, making me weak in the knees
He's being serious so he looks mad
Why is that look so hot?
Why does that make me want to push him?

"Uh-uh", I shook my head a little and leaned forward against his rock hard chest.

Theo grabbed my shoulders and put some space in between us.

"Gwen, you've clearly had a lot to drink", he said to me like I was a child.

No
Just no
Not him too
I have ENOUGH father and big brother figures in my life
I don't need another

"You know what. I'm sick and fucking tired of every guy in my life treating me like I'm a child", the alcohol was making me aggressive, a trait that normally doesn't suit me at all.

"Theo, don't judge me based on my age", I started to feel all of my frustration over the years coming to a head.
I was fueled by the wine that pumped through my veins.

I slapped my hands against his chest, and shoved him backwards as hard as I could.
I watched a combination of surprise and anger sweep across his face.

"Gwen. LISTEN to me", Theo grabbed my arms again.
"We just met tonight. We don't know each other. But I know that I want you. I decide I want something and I get it", Theo shifted his weight on one hip and he crossed his arms against his chest, then continued.

"But, Gwen, right now? You're really drunk", he said and then pointed to the door of the pool house, "Get your ass back inside and sleep it off. And not in Niall's bed. Do not sleep in Niall's bed ever again, do you hear me? You are with me now".

"Reaaaally", the alcohol in me said
You wanna be my Daddy?
You wanna tell me how to behave
Alright
Let's dance

"Theo?", I looked at him, eyebrows raised as my hands went confidently to my hips.
"Listen very carefully", I said, feeling like I wasn't even the one saying these words. Someone else had taken over.

I poked him on the chest and walked toward him, making him back up now.

"I'm not a girl who cowers. You met me tonight. You have no idea what I'm capable of. And that only works in my favor. I don't run. I am not hunted, Theo. I hunt, mother fucker".

My eyes stayed locked onto his and my voice lowered.
"I'm nothing like anyone you've ever met, Mr. James"

His glare was intense and I could see that his body shook, slightly.
It gave me severe satisfaction to have such an effect on a man.

He began to walk toward me, but I raised my arm, hand flat out, stopping him with the gesture.

"At the end of the day? If I want,
I'll have you on your knees, boy", I stood, solid, and pointed to the floor in front of me.

I was a different person.
I kept my eyes fixed on his.
A few seconds passed, then I felt my towel yanked off of me.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back, legs spread, Theo in between them.

(Cheryl)

I rolled onto my back with my eyes still closed and slowly drew in an exhausted breath through my nostrils.

My right hand went to my pounding head and I blanched at the touch.

Oh God
Last night
The Rohypnol
Zayn
Harry
What happened?
Did we get the pictures?

I tugged the sheets away and sat up, finding myself dressed in a t-shirt and the same black panties from last night.

The black lace I wore last night was slung over a chair next to my window.

After brushing my teeth and slipping on a pair of jeans, I came out of my room and into the kitchen.

"Harry?", I said into the quiet house, but heard nothing.

I took some pain relievers and grabbed my phone.
It said I had eleven missed calls and multiple unread texts.

Most of the calls were from Liam, which surprised and worried me.

His work hours changed often and  yesterday he was going to be at the hospital from late afternoon to well into the night.

The first call from him was at three o'clock in the afternoon. The last one was a little after seven, last night.

Shit
Why was he calling me

I quickly tapped his name to call him.

I heard the faint tune of the song "The Sound" by The 1975 that plays on Liam's phone when I call him.

In a fog of confusion, I followed the music, it getting louder as I walked toward the guest bedroom.

Well I know when you're around cause I know the sound
I know the sound of your heart

Well I know when you're around cause I know the sound
I know the sound of your heart

Frost cracked through my heart and froze my lungs at the sight of Liam sitting in the room.

Another jolt cracked through me to see that his eyes were red, clearly from crying.