I walked out of the cab and went to the entrance of the club. I was feeling completely comfortable.

I had my dress with small red high heels and my hair were down and wavy.
I can't remember when I felt this good with myself. Probably never.

I always had baggy clothes, and my hair were always in a ponytail.
It's not like I went out a lot, anyway.
The thought made me frown so I pushed it away.

Tonight's gonna be awesome and nobody's gonna let me down..
Despite that I never drank alcohol, nor went to a club. But there's always gotta be a first time.

As I approached my friends and greeted them and heard a few compliments (actually a lot of compliments) I noticed that Liam was still starting at me, his mouth open. He looked in disbelief and surprise as he eyed me up and down. Then, Debi noticed it and started laughing. I laughed too but Liam just stared right into my eyes.

I guess I wasn't wrong when I thought he was interested in me, pity that I'm not interested in him that way too...

We entered the club and it was amazing. It looked luxurious and there was pretty purple lighting. The music was very loud too.
We walked to the bar and sat down. I sat with Liam on my left and Debi on my right, then there was Vicky and Lola and Jackson.
The seats were very comfy.
Kygo & Selena Gomez- it ain't me was playing loudly in the back.

A man with long black hair came up to us and I guess he was the bartender because he asked us what drinks we wanted and Vicky screamed, "The strongest one you got!"

Debi, Liam and Jackson ordered some light stuff, Lola and Vicky went for hard.
When it came to me I didn't really know what to say so I blurred out, "Tequila!"

When he came back, he brought a lot of drinks with different colors. I had no idea which was tequila. I waited until everyone took their drinks so the only 3 shots left had to be it.
I talked with Debi but she found it more interesting to talk with Vicky so I was left with.... Liam.

I could see he already started his cocktail while I didn't touch any of my tequilas yet.
I think he sensed something when he looked at me, then at the shots, and back at me.

"Wait.... is this your first time drinking tequila?!" He said laughing sarcastically.
"No it's not....! It's my first time drinking alcohol." He burst into laughter.

I looked at him with a straight face and he stopped laughing and did the same.
"Wait... you're serious?" He asked as he became as red as a tomato.
I raised my eyebrows and he opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry. It's just most people-"
"Am I like, 'most people' to you?" I cut him off, sarcastically.

He looked me deeply in the eyes.
He slowly shook his head and smirked.

I swallowed the burning liquid and made a what-did-I-just-swallowed face.
Liam kept watching me and my every movement. I found his stares super awkward.
Finally I snapped,
"What the hell you're staring at?"
Oops, that sounded nicer in my head.

"I'm sorry, it's just that.... umm... you look... beautiful tonight." He smiled nervously.
Sorry Liam but the tequila started working and I didn't take you seriously at all.
I burst out laughing.

"Oh, so I look ugly every other day?" I said and when I saw his nervous face, god that was priceless, I laughed even more.

The 3 shots were gone quickly, just like the 3 after that.
We were at the club for a couple of hours now and I can tell I was drunk. I totally lost control and spent way too much money than I planned.

Debi and I talked about Dylan O'Brien and how we can't wait for the film 'Death Cure' to come out. It was getting pretty feisty when she said that Justin Bieber was better than Shawn Mendes. I could feel the anger going through me. We argued a bit but fortunately Vicky interrupted us and took Debi and Lola to the dance floor because it was her favorite song.

I refused to go. I stayed and Jackson took Liam outside, I think he said something about cigarettes.

I was alone and drunk. I ordered one more shot of tequila and I promised myself no more since I was really drunk.

It felt good to be drunk, it really did. Everything was spinning around and I was really relaxed. I didn't care about anything. It was like I didn't have to worry, like everything would solve itself if you just go with the flow and not take a care in the world.  The burning tequila went down my throat as a man approached me.

He said something about how hot I looked and if I needed a ride home. I burst out laughing in his face and told him to f*uck off. He immediately turned around and walked away.
That's right, stalker! Screw you!

While I was enjoying my own company, I found myself thinking about a particular someone. And I guess you know who this 'someone' is, and that he is not anyone.

I wondered if I was ever going to see him again, probably not, and that's probably good considering all the nice things he did to me. But there was something inside of me, the drunk me, that told me that somehow I wanted to see his sharp jawline again.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Liam sat next to me. His eyes were red and his face serious with a weird expression, lust?

"You know, the first time I saw you, I thought you looked really hot, but when I saw you in this dress..."

He leaned over to me and kept staring at my lips. I felt uncomfortable as his eyes drifted down to my breasts.
"Liam, what the hell, piss off," I told him thinking he wasn't serious.
I didn't know how wrong I was.

He looked at me with an angry expression.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked, getting irritated.
"Honey, you talk too much. " he tried to say smoothly and took my hand firmly. I frowned and looked at him confused.
He was all nice and easy and now he's so rude and demanding.

He's still not as rude and demanding as Damon Queen.
I thought.
And not as hot either.

I tried to take my hand out of his grip but he didn't let me.
He looked me in the eyes, he was annoyed.
He leaned again, attempting to kiss me when I blurred out, "I think I should go home."

I felt a little rude to reject him like that but he was so drunk he didn't even know what he was doing.
I was drunk too so I wanted to go home, everything started spinning even more and I saw 2 angry Liams in front of me.

Before I realized what was happening, his lips were on mine.
I frowned and tried to push him away but he didn't let go. He kept licking and sucking my lips in a disgusting way and I wanted to get away from his as fast as possible.

I tried and tried to push him away but he still kept kissing me.
Liam, you son of a bitch!

I pushed him really hard and managed to break the kiss, but before I could take a breath, he was back at it.
I was getting really frustrated and even scared, why didn't somebody do something?! Oh right, everyone was even more drunk than me.
He groaned in satisfaction as a tear escaped my eye.

Then suddenly, he stopped.
No, he didn't. Someone made him stop.
He was off of me in a second and thrown at the floor like trash.
That must've hurt.
A dark figure leaned over him and started throwing punches at his face.

People started to gather round to see what was happening but nobody did anything.
He just kept hitting him until there was a lot of blood and he stopped.
I didn't realize I started to cry and my hands started to shake.

The man stood up and ordered security to take "this douchebag" outside and never let him in again.
That meant he's the owner of the club, right?

Then, the stranger that has beaten Liam turned around, and he turned out not to be a stranger at all.

"Mr. Queen?!"