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"You're so annoying" I told Harry for the fifth time as he attempted - yet again - to bury my feet in the sand. He shrugged lightly, grinning.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment." he told me.
"You shouldn't." I warned him, shooting daggers his way.
"I'll take that as another compliment. You're very sweet today, Millie." he thanked me, a sweet smile on his lips.

"Fuck off" I told him, and the rest of the boys laughed as Harry began to fan himself.
"Stop!" he exclaimed. "You'll make me blush." he teased, as I kicked sand up in his face.

"What did you do that for?" he asked, his face the picture of innocence.
"Choke on it." I told him as Danielle snorted at my answer.

"Anyway, when are we going drinking?" I asked, turning to Liam with a sweet smile.
"WE are going drinking after dinner, when you are wrapped up in bed. Mum will kill me if she finds out I let you get drunk again, and there are cameras everywhere." he told me, glancing over to where several men had gathered with cameras, hoping to secure their next paycheck.

"Li....please. I just want to spend some time with you. I barely get to see you anymore. I've really missed the time we used to spend together." I pleaded with him. I saw his face soften slightly.
"You can have one drink. That's it." he said firmly, as I smiled triumphantly. We all knew I wouldn't be having one drink.

I almost gagged as the bitter alcohol ran down my throat. Shuddering, I called the barman, asking for another.
"You're knocking them back tonight." An unfamiliar voice came. I looked round, only to find a boy who looked to be a few years older than me standing just a few centimeters away from me. Looking him up and down, he seemed clean and good looking in a rugby boy kind of way.

"You've been watching?" I asked, biting my lip in an effort to appear sexy. I'm not sure it worked, because in my drunk state I struggled for about five seconds to actually find my lip and bite down on it. He laughed slowly, seemingly thinking I was messing about.

"It's hard not to watch the sexiest girl in the room." he whispered, leaning closer as he spoke. I giggled lightly, opening my mouth to speak just as Harry walked over, a concerned look on his face.

"Millie, are you okay?" he asked, sizing the new guy up. I nodded giddily.
"I'm fine. This guy is looking after me." I smiled up at the guy who was laughing now.
"I'm Matt." he told us both.

"Okay, well I'm sure any of us can look after you." Harry told me, sending me a 'This is urgent' look. Matt snorted, wrapping his arm round me.
"What? You don't trust me. Well, I'm not sure she needs a babysitter." he told Harry, turning away from him and pulling me with him. I called to Harry that I was fine, before turning back to face Matt. The last thing I saw was Harry walking towards a watching Louis.

"Let's dance!" I exclaimed, pulling Matt towards the dance floor. He seemed reluctant for a moment, before agreeing. As we began to move to the music, my mind began to haze over, and I only noticed the music pumping through my ears.
Matt pulled me closer, his arms resting on my back for a moment before sliding down to my bum. He leaned forwards, suggesting that we went 'somewhere more private'. I agreed, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him.

He led me outside of the club, expertly pushing me up against the wall and kissing me, hard on the lips. I didn't care that there were One Direction fans watching me, undoubtedly taking pictures. I didn't care that there were photographers, smirking as they took pictures, trying to show what a naughty girl Liam Payne's younger sister was.

Matt's hands began to wander, quickly making their way up my skirt. That's when I realized just where we were, just how long I'd know Matt and just how many people were standing around, watching us in shock.

"Stop." I told him quietly, trying not to attract any more attention from the gathering crowds.
"I said stop." I told him angrily, when he made no attempt at moving his hands. Finally, I tried grabbing hold of his hands and pulling them away myself. Matt pulled back, his eyes flashing angrily.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." he warned me.
"Or what?" I asked, trying to appear more brave than I was feeling. "There are people everywhere, you can't do anything." I told him.

"Babe, they all know how much you want me." he told me, breathing heavily on me.
My eyes began to well up.
"That bulge in my pocket - it's not a boner." he told me and I stopped, still for a second.

"I don't ge... what is it?" I asked him confusedly. He laughed, his breath coating me in a cold sweat.
"Let's put it this way. If you don't do what I want, it won't be semen shooting everywhere." he told me, a grin on his face.
I could feel the bile rising up in my throat.
"You mean...that's a...it's a gun." I said slowly, trying not to gag as I contemplated just what was about to happen.The crowds had begun to die away once they'd realized we weren't about to have sex there and then. There was no one there to look after me.

"I knew you'd catch on eventually, babe." he told me. "Here's what happens. I'm going to take you round the back. You will do exactly as I tell you, and no one will get hurt." he told me, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the small group of people left outside the club.

"Please...please don't." I begged him hopelessly as he pulled at my dress.. He didn't answer, instead chuckling at my pathetic attempts to stop him. He pulled my dress off, ripping it in the process and leaving me shivering in my underwear. He pulled his jeans off roughly, and I barely even noticed that he wasn't wearing underwear as I willed it to be over.

Wrenching my underwear down and pushing me so that I was lying on the floor, he forced himself inside of me as I cried out in pain. He didn't like that, pulling at my hair and shouting that I'd "better shut up". I cried for a second, before realizing that it would do no good. Instead, I clenched my fists together, shutting my eyes and trying to ignore what he was doing.

Minutes later, he was finished. He stood up, pulling his trousers on with one quick yank. He spat on the ground, before walking quickly away from me. I lay there for a second, in nothing but my bra and wondered what I was supposed to do.
In all my years, I'd only been told what to do to avoid getting raped: Never leave your drink unattended, don't go up to random men, keep a rape alarm, stay with a friend at all times.
I'd never been told what to do if it actually happened.

I attempted to stand up, not even noticing how cold it was as I stood there in nothing but my bra. I fumbled around in the dark for a second, trying to locate my dress and underwear. Hastily, I pulled my dress over my head, worrying that he might come back for me.

I sobbed slightly as I realized that my dress was ripped, but common sense kicked in and I managed to march towards where the taxis were waiting.
I pulled the door open, practically falling into the taxi as the driver eyed me up, clearly wondering just how drunk I was as I sobbed into the pair of knickers held in my hand.

Having managed to tell him where the hotel was after several attempts in which I began to cry before I finished, I leant back in the taxi, trying to forget about what had just had happened.
Instead, it kept coming back to me. His rough hands making their way up my dress, his hot breath all over my face.
The driver looked back at me, a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, prompting me to shake my head vigorously. He sighed slightly. "Look, I'm sure it will all be okay. I can take you up to your room if you want." he offered generously, but I looked at him in horror. I didn't want to go anywhere with any man.

I sobbed harder, and he gave up trying to comfort me, instead announcing that we'd arrived at the hotel.
Once inside, I realized that I didn't have my room key on me. Thankfully, the manager seemed to recognize me, and, reluctant to cause a scene, rushed me up to my room as people stared at me curiously.

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